sputnik: — 𝑺𝑷𝑼𝑻𝑵𝑰𝑲 (ᴇᴀsɪᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀsʜ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ)
ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅᴇʀ ᴋᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴛɪɴ ᴠᴇsʜɴʏᴀᴋᴏᴠ ([personal profile] sputnik) wrote in [community profile] singillatim 2024-02-15 12:12 am (UTC)

"bloody mary" as their code for when he needs to eat and everyone just thinks he's an alcoholic

[ There's a kneejerk sensation of— not irritation, not aimed at Vasiliy, but displeasure at the response, simply because he just wants to satisfy the thing, to make it stop squirming and pushing inside of him. For a moment, a flicker of that darkens the browns of his eyes, brow knit, but then he's exhaling again, knowing it makes sense.

So he nods, sets the emptied glass down on the floor beside him and lets his head fall back against the wall, chest moving up and down with the breathing he's still actively working to control. Vasiliy's right; he's just consumed a good deal of raw animal blood. It's... disgusting. He tries not to think about that, closes his eyes for a moment as he sits there.

And he can feel it. Still moving, but not all over the place. It's staying in one area, but he can feel its tail wiggling; there's a very nauseating mental picture that his imagination conjures up, of the thing trying to slurp up the blood he's given it, feeding with a mouth that's much smaller in its larval form. Konstantin swallows, tilts his head towards Vasiliy, to keep him informed of things.
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I think it's working. I think it's..... eating. It's still... mmm. Moving around, but it's not.... frenzied.

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