Eponine looks from Evie to Max and back again, slightly wide eyed and taken aback. This man is good looking and clean - God, she can smell the shampoo, the aftershave. He's not the usual type she feeds on. Gently, she takes Max's hand. It's ridiculous. She can't help herself though, and she rubs her grubby finger over the back of his palm, feeling the pulse of his blood in his veins. He's so clean. And handsome - she meets his eyes and she finds that she chuckles, just a little. Can she actually feed from someone such as he?
On the other hand, she doesn't want to look ridiculous in front of Evie, who is obviously a woman - vampire - of some importance round here. Perhaps it's her chance to show how helpful she could be, to make sure she can stick around?
She takes a deep breath to swallow the lump in her throat and to stop the tremble in her voice. She turns her body to him, leaning in to whisper, in her accented English now, Monsieur Max? May I take a drink?"
She can feel his pulse now, speeding up just a little, and she hastily adds, "Just a little. Not all, not from one such as you, Monsieur."
She leans in, breathing in his scent, barely waiting for an answer. Her hands stroke over his shirt: the material's fine; it reminds her of Montparnasse, and she leans back again, to laugh.
"You really are a handsome boy, you know?" She reaches to touch his hair. "So soft…"
Her fingers find his neck again. "Now, Monsieur, if I may?" She leans in again, but even now hesitates, glancing back at Evie to make sure it's okay, before she bites - gently at first, at least until the blood lust takes over. She's starved: she's not fed since Montparnasse packed her off and such a pure taste makes her forget herself completely."
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This man is good looking and clean - God, she can smell the shampoo, the aftershave. He's not the usual type she feeds on. Gently, she takes Max's hand. It's ridiculous. She can't help herself though, and she rubs her grubby finger over the back of his palm, feeling the pulse of his blood in his veins.
He's so clean. And handsome - she meets his eyes and she finds that she chuckles, just a little. Can she actually feed from someone such as he?
On the other hand, she doesn't want to look ridiculous in front of Evie, who is obviously a woman - vampire - of some importance round here. Perhaps it's her chance to show how helpful she could be, to make sure she can stick around?
She takes a deep breath to swallow the lump in her throat and to stop the tremble in her voice. She turns her body to him, leaning in to whisper, in her accented English now,
Monsieur Max? May I take a drink?"
She can feel his pulse now, speeding up just a little, and she hastily adds, "Just a little. Not all, not from one such as you, Monsieur."
She leans in, breathing in his scent, barely waiting for an answer. Her hands stroke over his shirt: the material's fine; it reminds her of Montparnasse, and she leans back again, to laugh.
"You really are a handsome boy, you know?" She reaches to touch his hair. "So soft…"
Her fingers find his neck again. "Now, Monsieur, if I may?" She leans in again, but even now hesitates, glancing back at Evie to make sure it's okay, before she bites - gently at first, at least until the blood lust takes over. She's starved: she's not fed since Montparnasse packed her off and such a pure taste makes her forget herself completely."