What kind of steps? [ He watches her with curiosity rather than apprehension, now, at odds with the first time she did this. ] It doesn't hurt that much in the first place. Not as much as I was expecting it to.
Well, anesthetics are out, they'd likely only transfer with the blood, and a topical agent would only get all over my lips. [ she knows these things, she's been training enough for them, after all. she gets up from the couch and disappears into the kitchen, returning after a moment with a couple cubes of ice, holding them out for him. ] But there are non-medicinal ways to numb the area.
[ It might not hurt a lot, but avoiding the initial sting of fangs isn't something he'll say no to; he takes the ice cubes without complaint, holding them against his skin where he'd seen her following the vein. ]
You know, since you're real, have you ever wondered how many other Drinkers there were, back on Alternia?
[ she resumes her seat next to him, idly watching the ice, and waiting. ]
I imagine it was standard for my caste, but...my caste was never terribly common. Or perhaps they only seemed that way, due to being isolated from the rest. At first I thought it may have been a way to protect us, as our role and rarity were rather crucial in our society's infrastructure, but your question raises an interesting point.
To protect everyone else, when you guys got thirsty. [ Karkat finishes, removing the ice cube, prodding the chilled patch of skin to test its numbness. Apparently satisfied, he once again offers his arm to her. ] I doubt all of them had your self control.
[ she takes his arm, tapping two fingers on the vein twice. she does it firmly, just to see if he flinches. ]
I shudder to think what the brooding caverns must have been like, filled with a bunch of starving vampires. Just imagining where they must have found their primary food source, it's surprising to think our world had any kind of population at all.
[ He doesn't flinch at all; there's no indication he feels much of anything. ]
Maybe the ones in the caverns didn't turn? I mean, you guys were rare enough that everyone thought you were a scary story for wigglers. Uh. No offense.
None taken. [ she's scary, this is a fact she's come to accept. ]
I've only encountered one other than myself, and even her information had was too scratched to apply to Alternia. I'm afraid an accurate picture will be difficult to ever build for us.
[ she slips her hands under his arm, one at his wrist and the other at his elbow. the puncture is quick and practiced, her fangs are only in his skin long enough to break through to the vein, then out again as she puckers her lips around the wound, drawing out the blood. ]
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It's fine. I wouldn't have invited you if I wasn't.
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There are steps we can take to reduce the pain as well, we don't have to jump right into it unprepared.
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[ It might not hurt a lot, but avoiding the initial sting of fangs isn't something he'll say no to; he takes the ice cubes without complaint, holding them against his skin where he'd seen her following the vein. ]
You know, since you're real, have you ever wondered how many other Drinkers there were, back on Alternia?
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I imagine it was standard for my caste, but...my caste was never terribly common. Or perhaps they only seemed that way, due to being isolated from the rest. At first I thought it may have been a way to protect us, as our role and rarity were rather crucial in our society's infrastructure, but your question raises an interesting point.
It may have been the reverse.
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I shudder to think what the brooding caverns must have been like, filled with a bunch of starving vampires. Just imagining where they must have found their primary food source, it's surprising to think our world had any kind of population at all.
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Maybe the ones in the caverns didn't turn? I mean, you guys were rare enough that everyone thought you were a scary story for wigglers. Uh. No offense.
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I've only encountered one other than myself, and even her information had was too scratched to apply to Alternia. I'm afraid an accurate picture will be difficult to ever build for us.
Now, are you ready?
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