IC: She wakes with a start, feeling one of the children kick. She smiles at him, still a bit tired. "Morning, love.
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"Good morning, my princess," He said kissing her cheek.
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IC: She smiles, kissing his jaw. "Good morning, my prince." She murmurs, hugging him.
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"How are you this morning?" He asked.
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IC: She smiles weakly. "A bit ill, but that's to be expected." She murmurs.
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"Mmhmm. . ." He murmured laying his forehead on hers. "What would you like to eat this morning?" He paused. Slowly exposing his neck he asked, "The usual?"
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IC: She smiles, breathing in his scent. "You're so wonderful, Isaac…" she murmurs.
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He smiles and prepares himself. His dim eyes half open, ready to close.
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IC: She keeps her knife with her all the time now, and makes a quick, gentle cut, drinking hungrily.
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He closed his eyes, ignoring the pain, and tried to relax. He heard her feeding which now sounded more calming then alarming.
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IC: She holds him gently, eyes closed as she drinks. She loves his blood. It's the sweetest she knows.
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He began to succumb to drowsiness and his skin became whiter.
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IC: She stops once she notices, and stops the bleeding with a piece of cloth. "You alright, love?"
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He looked up at her, his eyes a soft dull red. "Yes, my dear," He whispered out.
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IC: She looks concerned, and goes to get one of the jars of blood they keep around. She gives it to him, worried for her mate and husband.
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He drank it slowly, allowing his body to take as much as it could from it.
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IC: She sits beside him, holding her belly.
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After he was done he stuck out his tongue and asked, "Want a taste?"
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IC: She grins, sucking his tongue gently, humming with satisfaction.
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He hummed at the sensation on his tongue. He only wore his pants and pajama bottoms to bed, to keep her warm, and his reaction couldn't be hidden by only that.