Hong Meiling (
not_so_great_wall) wrote in
mayfield_logs2012-06-22 09:41 pm
[ Closed ]
Who: Meiling and Flandre ; Meiling and Patchouli
What: Multiple things come back to bite Meiling in the ass.almost literally
Where: 340 Brady Lane
When: Sometime post-AU-field
Warnings: Vampirism. Adorableness. Awkward. Three guesses which threads are for which!
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What: Multiple things come back to bite Meiling in the ass.
Where: 340 Brady Lane
When: Sometime post-AU-field
Warnings: Vampirism. Adorableness. Awkward. Three guesses which threads are for which!
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for Flandre
It isn't as if she was neglecting others; not exactly. Just... making less chances for conversations that could turn awkward.
She's just finished washing the dishes and her hands, too. Meiling she her apron and untied her hair so she could flop down on the couch and relax. She wasn't alone on that couch, though... ]
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...it's also apparently trying to bite one of Meiling's ankles.]
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Mrhfl--rrrrrrr.
[...she kind of failed to actually let go before attempting to talk.]
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[NOW, FINALLY, she gets the idea that what she was gnawing on was Meiling and not some strange blanket-monster. And Flandre lets go.]
...what was that, Meiling?
[She'd felt anxious and antsy and restless the last few days, but she couldn't put her finger on exactly why.
Like she was hungry, almost, but they just had lunch...]
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--somewhere between here and there her expression changed again, becoming blank and...strangely sharp at the same time. Her jaws clicked a few times, and she practically lunged the rest of the way there to latch onto Meiling's wrist instead.]
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Ow! [ Meiling yelled, a bit louder than the last time. She pulls that hand in closer, despite the way it hurt when the fangs dug in from the tension and motion. Her other hand comes up, stopping just short of pushing at the girl's face. ] Flan, stop! What are you doing?! [ Besides, you know, mimicking what Meiling had done to Okuu days prior. This is not hunting time and Meiling is NOT food! ]
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...she doesn't actually know what she's doing, though, and hasn't even broken skin yet in addition to targeting somewhere ineffectual. The longer she stayed clamped on, however, the more numbness spread on the skin she was biting.
The vampire made an odd croaking, growling noise in her throat that she hadn't made before--at least, not in Mayfield. She was thirsty. She couldn't help it.]
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Though Meiling doesn't know what she would do if it was the case. ]
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Mrh?
[CAN'T TALK, TOO THIRSTY.
Though when she finally does break the skin, rather than two neat puncture wounds there's a ragged semicircle of them, like a shallow dog bite--on top and underneath as far as Flandre's jaws could reach. They also don't...hurt as much as they probably should.
But a little blood wells up from them anyway, and for that the vampire does let go, lapping at them almost desperately. Her mind blanked out at the first drop, though her hands and wings had not; her hands curled up on either side of the bite wounds and her wings mantled partway over Meiing's arm like she had caught something.]
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Wait.
Zombies eat and Flandre is... not. She also doesn't feel that weird sensation that happened when she was bitten the last time.
So, for the moment, Meiling just bites her lip hard and bears with it as she puzzles it out. ] ...you're not hungry. [ Not in the strictest sense, that is. ]
wait I can't read
...THERE IS READING?
I THINK THERE WAS IDK IT WAS SCARY D8
reading is frightening, don't ever talk about it again!
:C
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for Patchy
No. Meiling was bothered by the fact that they were the ones she had borrowed and thus, despite the genre being more her speed, the language used inside was still relatively complex.
She could turn to her friend for help, but... she's been all but avoiding her lately, except for meals and other household chores. Meiling hasn't even pestered the wizard to go exercising with her, lately, which is even more unusual.
But there she sat, parked with her back to Patchouli's door, a comic in her hand as she contemplated knocking and asking for help. How long has she been there — minutes, or hours? She wasn't paying attention and, in fact, she was even drifting off a bit. ]
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I know you're there.
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[ She tucks her legs under herself and pivots so that, when she opens the door a crack, she can peer in. ] Hi. I didn't know you were up. [ Ignore whatever time of day it actually is. ]
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[ Then, on her feet, she half-stumbles in. Stupid leg is still asleep! ] Eheh, how... how are you?
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You mean well... but you do treat me as if I were glass.
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SORRY, SCRATCH THAT TAG, I AM AN IDIOT
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*strength OF THAT love
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