What, do you want me to lay you over the altar to bite you? She shouldn't get mad about that, it's bonding.
[How very Sabbat of you, Eli. And, probably, a guaranteed way to get them both extra super cursed. Or laughed at and put in horny jail by the goddess. Or married? Probably not married. Truly an adventure, regardless.
It's easy enough to settle into companionable silence while taste-testing commences, watching the unfamiliar sky between flavors shuffling, but with the last set aside, he does look back to Eli, head tilted to the side already in a question.]
Do you have a preference where I bite?
[It's only polite to ask, since, you know, the neck is traditional but also wildly intimate!]
Ha! Oh man, I hadn't even thought of it like that. I mean, she might get mad if blood got anywhere, but...
[ Other than that, he finds the idea hilarious. It's true. She wouldn't be able to complain, right? It'd definitely be proof of some kind of bond. Maybe just not the bond she was hoping for. All that aside, the schnapps taste-testing runs through the entire gamut of colorful, fruity bottles, leading up to Celeste's question. Right, right, it's his turn to drink something, isn't it? ]
Eh, no preference.
[ He waves a hand vaguely in the air, unbothered by the possibilities. Mostly due to a) being tipsy as fuck and b) well aware he can pop into the Nekyia tomorrow to heal any bite mark. Easy. ]
S'not the first time I've given blood to a vampire. Just, that's always been in, like, an emergency and not... this? Anyway, nah, it doesn't matter where.
And blood won't get anywhere if you don't squirm about it.
[She definitely shouldn't complain about it, because it would absolutely be a bond. She never specified what kind of bond had to be made, after all! So what if one of her fancy altar linens had to be sacrificed?]
Ah, then you won't be surprised, good.
[He is fully assuming that Eli knows what a bite entails, because, like... why wouldn't the good experience be universal (Hecata notwithstanding)? It had to be a trope for a reason. So under that assumption, he will actually catch Eli's vaguely waving hand so he can pull his wrist to his mouth to bite.
Sure, it's slower to drink from there, but he can keep his eyes on Eli's face while he does it.]
[ Why would he be surprised? Well, clearly what he was expecting is not, in fact, at all what happens. At best, a vampire would have a numbing bite; at worst, it would be painful. Celeste's bite is neither of these, and the shock shows on his face only at the start. That ebbs away, though, as the sensation sweeps over him, and he gradually sinks back to rest against the A/C unit he'd been sitting near this entire time. ]
...hah, that's...?
[ Good? It feels good. More than good. Amazing, is that a better word? Or even... It's impossible for him to consider how it feels without feeling a hot flush spreading across his face and he squeezes his eyes shut, teeth catching at his own lower lip in a bid to fight back the groan that desperately wants to escape him. The struggle to think unsexy thoughts is real, Celeste, it really is.
As for Eli's blood, well. It certainly isn't normal human blood, though it's hardly as powerful as the blood of a werewolf as Celeste would know it. Watered down Garou blood, perhaps, would be the best way to describe it. ]
[Oh, so he didn't know what to expect. It's Celeste's turn to be surprised at that, though whether Eli notices the slight quirk up of an eyebrow or not doesn't really matter. Nor does it matter if he feels the slight curl of his lips on his skin, a quirk of a smile at just how open his reaction is.
The shock would have been enough, but the way he seems to melt, the flush, the clear struggle against sexy thoughts... It's dessert.
It nearly has him press his luck, shift to bite him again elsewhere, and had Eli's own teeth broken skin, he doubts he would have been able to ignore the impulse.
And as for the taste- he wouldn't dare do Eli the disservice of comparing it outright to Garou. There's enough similarity to bring an uncharacteristic flush to his own face and a warmth to his skin, but there's enough difference (he'll attribute it to the humanity Eli insists upon) that it's tempered, somewhat. The edge of frenzy brought down to a rush of adrenaline.
He's well-practiced in drinking deeply, but not harmfully. The blood loss might cause some lightheadedness, but... what isn't, this night, anyway?
When he does pull back, though, he licks the wound to close it-- It doesn't seem to work, but in this moment, whether from the blood-rush or liquor-drunk, he doesn't seem to mind when it appears to mean like he can keep holding on to Eli's wrist until the wound stops seeping. Though his free hand does go up to cup his cheek, just to bring some surely unneeded attention to the flush.]
[ Left with two bloody holes in his wrist, thanks a lot! Eli hardly takes note of that, though. That can be a complaint for later. He struggles with his own lightheadedness from the blood loss, matched with having drunk overly much beforehand, and he finds himself leaning into the touch at his cheek when Celeste places his hand there. ]
...what?
[ Was what terrible? Sleepy eyes squint at the vampire, and thoughts jumble together a moment longer before he recovers enough to realize, uh, there's a lot more here to blush about than ever before. Celeste tenderly cupping his cheek like that is one reason, sure, but! Look! He's a healthy young man! He can't help the tent in his pants, okay?! ]
...aw shit... [ If he was only mildly flushed before, he's beet red now, and trying to turn to look away in embarrassment. ] Terrible? No?! But that wasn't...! No vampire bites like that! Not that I know of! Crap... just... just ignore that, it'll go away on its own...
[It's not like they'll be hard to heal anyway!! A quick pop into the Nekiya, a Dia, and a pop back, easy-- But that's a nonissue for tomorrow.
Right now, Eli is only growing more flustered, and when told to just ignore it...
Celeste flicks his eyes down, then back up, and decidedly does not ignore anything.]
It doesn't have to.
[Ultimately, if Eli just wants to sit with that he can, but Celeste will be repositioning to also lean back against the AC unit - this time with an arm draped around Eli's shoulders and body as close to him as possible without actively draping over his lap.
It would seem, as blood and alcohol settle in his system, that he's something of an affectionate drunk, and that it's hitting him quickly.]
[ Celeste getting all cozy with him only means he carries on being flustered. Flustered, drunk, and horny, which irks him to no end. It would be fine if he could calm down a bit, but does he really need to cuddle up to him like that?!
Though it isn't the comment about vampires that has him sputtering. Oh no, definitely not that. ]
Christ, Celeste, I ain't giving myself a wristy with you watching like that.
[ Which likely isn't what Celeste was suggesting, and yet, Eli is an idiot, so here we are. ]
[Ultimately, he doesn't need to cuddle up to him like that... Which is all the incentive needed. There's a tipsy, impulsive want to do it, that's all too easily followed through, and now they're, well, like this.
And there Eli goes, sputtering again.]
And you know what I meant.
[For now, he's trusting that Eli isn't quite as much of an idiot as he is, possibly, with one more chance to pick up what he was implying.]
[ Thinking noises, thinking... wot... This does nothing for his blushing. How miserable. ]
But you were flirting with Izou all through breakfast.
[ Dinner? Brinner? Whatever it was they had at the dennihop. He says this as if somehow it cancels out similarly being all over him, Eli, which, honestly? He believes. ]
[He doesn't deny it. What he does do is tilt his head a bit in confusion, which, of course, just ends up as him putting his head on Eli's shoulder instead. Ah. Whoops. Oh well, it's nice, so he's staying put unless moved otherwise.]
And now, I am flirting with you. [Blunt.] ...Poorly. [Blunter.] And I will blame the alcohol for that, tonight.
[Tonight - implying he will probably do it again.]
[ He doesn't understand?! Why is Celeste flirting with him and Izou?! Uh?! Eli won't move when his head finds his shoulder. If anything, he leans his own head over to rest his against the top of Celeste's... ]
...oh. [ don't just stop there say something else, moron ] Well fuck me dead, you're just really into scruffy guys, aren't you...?
[ okay maybe try saying something better next time but it's a start ]
[Because neither of them have told him they want him to stop flirting with either them or with the other one. Simple as that.]
Is that an invitation? [No, 'fuck me dead' is obviously just a turn of phrase, but, listen, Eli opened himself up for that one, and he's not about to just. Not.]
But I suppose I am, aren't I?
[It's definitely a start, because he's not denying it all, or adding qualifiers as to which kinds of scruffy guys! Mostly because it would be digging his grave further in regards to the two scruffy guys in question.]
[ Is that a... NO?! But also?! Eli's quiet a time. Honestly, all this time spent thinking is sapping the energy from the tent down there. He only has so much blood to send places right now, and yet? ]
I can be... if you want to, I guess. [ wait, except for that one part ] I mean, not the dead part, but. Shit. You know what I mean.
[Yeah, he just got snacked on, he only has enough blood left to go one place. Or something like that.
And as the quiet stretches on, Celeste is willing to let it go - if going quiet is Eli's way of trying to rebuff him kindly, or put a pause on thinking about it, then that's actually fine.
And then he answers, and it's not quite a surprise, given everything thus far, but he does still breathe a quiet, fond laugh.]
No, I've got that part covered already. [A pause, as he has to take a moment to gather up all his tipsy braincells.] But what do you want?
[Teasing and cajoling is all well and good, but 'if you want to, I guess' could mean any number of things, good or bad, and he'd really like to be sure of which.]
[ Yeah, he does have that part covered, doesn't he? That earns an amused huff out of Eli, but after that, it sounds like he's being asked to think again, and he hates that. ]
Shit, Celeste, I don't know. [ At least he'll be honest about it. ] I've never done anything with anyone, so how'm I s'posed to know? You're hot... and you like me... I don't get why you like me, but you do... Isn't that good enough?
[Don't worry, Eli, the thinking is a one-time thing, unless minds change somewhere along the way.
And the honesty is appreciated. So much so that he shifts a little bit closer and lets the arm draped over Eli's shoulders drop down to wrap around his waist. It could be a reassuring gesture, if you squint.]
It could be good enough. I can't decide that for you, though.
[Maybe, if he had some experience, the answer would be "let's find out". But he doesn't, so it isn't.]
[ Eli grumbles tiredly and turns his face towards Celeste's hair, nuzzling into it. He wants to complain! Yes, decide for him! Can't it be that easy?! But he won't. So, instead, he works his way to his own conclusion and with great disappointment mumbles, ]
...can we do this when 'm not drunk? I want to, but you want me to decide stuff, and that's hard right now.
[He melts into the nuzzling, even turns to press a kiss to Eli's neck to, just maybe, soothe some of the grumbling and disappointment. Yes, it can be that easy... the second time. Or the third. Or so on. No regrets.]
Of course we can. I will look forward to your flustered expressions again, in that case.
[A gentle tease, to lighten things a bit, if nothing else.]
[If he's so easily riled up with kisses, then he has nothing to worry about regarding whether or not he'll be flustered in the future!]
Then... [A pause as he considers the other options... and his own quiet laugh when he decides that he'd like to see whatever the outcome is.] Then I will be excited to be proven wrong, and eager to see what is in its place.
[A beat. A sigh.]
Mm... though I would miss your blushing face, I think.
[It's absolutely more damning that Celeste is just. Ignoring that statement entirely. He doesn't believe you, Eli, but he'll let you believe it until proven otherwise.]
I am... into, as you say, people who are freely open with their emotions. Like Izou, yes, but also you.
[So, yeah. "Flustered" is just easy mode when he's surrounded by bi disasters who also think they're cool manly men.]
Perhaps too much, sometimes, but, ah, I'd rather be distracted by someone's face than a painting on the wall.
[And now it's his turn to think for a minute. The answer is yes, technically, but he has a choice to make on whether or not to call him cute instead, to elicit some more of that barking he's already established he's so fond of...
The drunk desire to remain comfortably cuddled wins out, ultimately.]
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[How very Sabbat of you, Eli. And, probably, a guaranteed way to get them both extra super cursed. Or laughed at and put in horny jail by the goddess. Or married? Probably not married. Truly an adventure, regardless.
It's easy enough to settle into companionable silence while taste-testing commences, watching the unfamiliar sky between flavors shuffling, but with the last set aside, he does look back to Eli, head tilted to the side already in a question.]
Do you have a preference where I bite?
[It's only polite to ask, since, you know, the neck is traditional but also wildly intimate!]
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[ Other than that, he finds the idea hilarious. It's true. She wouldn't be able to complain, right? It'd definitely be proof of some kind of bond. Maybe just not the bond she was hoping for. All that aside, the schnapps taste-testing runs through the entire gamut of colorful, fruity bottles, leading up to Celeste's question. Right, right, it's his turn to drink something, isn't it? ]
Eh, no preference.
[ He waves a hand vaguely in the air, unbothered by the possibilities. Mostly due to a) being tipsy as fuck and b) well aware he can pop into the Nekyia tomorrow to heal any bite mark. Easy. ]
S'not the first time I've given blood to a vampire. Just, that's always been in, like, an emergency and not... this? Anyway, nah, it doesn't matter where.
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[She definitely shouldn't complain about it, because it would absolutely be a bond. She never specified what kind of bond had to be made, after all! So what if one of her fancy altar linens had to be sacrificed?]
Ah, then you won't be surprised, good.
[He is fully assuming that Eli knows what a bite entails, because, like... why wouldn't the good experience be universal (Hecata notwithstanding)? It had to be a trope for a reason. So under that assumption, he will actually catch Eli's vaguely waving hand so he can pull his wrist to his mouth to bite.
Sure, it's slower to drink from there, but he can keep his eyes on Eli's face while he does it.]
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[ Why would he be surprised? Well, clearly what he was expecting is not, in fact, at all what happens. At best, a vampire would have a numbing bite; at worst, it would be painful. Celeste's bite is neither of these, and the shock shows on his face only at the start. That ebbs away, though, as the sensation sweeps over him, and he gradually sinks back to rest against the A/C unit he'd been sitting near this entire time. ]
...hah, that's...?
[ Good? It feels good. More than good. Amazing, is that a better word? Or even... It's impossible for him to consider how it feels without feeling a hot flush spreading across his face and he squeezes his eyes shut, teeth catching at his own lower lip in a bid to fight back the groan that desperately wants to escape him. The struggle to think unsexy thoughts is real, Celeste, it really is.
As for Eli's blood, well. It certainly isn't normal human blood, though it's hardly as powerful as the blood of a werewolf as Celeste would know it. Watered down Garou blood, perhaps, would be the best way to describe it. ]
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The shock would have been enough, but the way he seems to melt, the flush, the clear struggle against sexy thoughts... It's dessert.
It nearly has him press his luck, shift to bite him again elsewhere, and had Eli's own teeth broken skin, he doubts he would have been able to ignore the impulse.
And as for the taste- he wouldn't dare do Eli the disservice of comparing it outright to Garou. There's enough similarity to bring an uncharacteristic flush to his own face and a warmth to his skin, but there's enough difference (he'll attribute it to the humanity Eli insists upon) that it's tempered, somewhat. The edge of frenzy brought down to a rush of adrenaline.
He's well-practiced in drinking deeply, but not harmfully. The blood loss might cause some lightheadedness, but... what isn't, this night, anyway?
When he does pull back, though, he licks the wound to close it-- It doesn't seem to work, but in this moment, whether from the blood-rush or liquor-drunk, he doesn't seem to mind when it appears to mean like he can keep holding on to Eli's wrist until the wound stops seeping. Though his free hand does go up to cup his cheek, just to bring some surely unneeded attention to the flush.]
So...? Was it terrible?
[He knows it wasn't.]
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...what?
[ Was what terrible? Sleepy eyes squint at the vampire, and thoughts jumble together a moment longer before he recovers enough to realize, uh, there's a lot more here to blush about than ever before. Celeste tenderly cupping his cheek like that is one reason, sure, but! Look! He's a healthy young man! He can't help the tent in his pants, okay?! ]
...aw shit... [ If he was only mildly flushed before, he's beet red now, and trying to turn to look away in embarrassment. ] Terrible? No?! But that wasn't...! No vampire bites like that! Not that I know of! Crap... just... just ignore that, it'll go away on its own...
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Right now, Eli is only growing more flustered, and when told to just ignore it...
Celeste flicks his eyes down, then back up, and decidedly does not ignore anything.]
It doesn't have to.
[Ultimately, if Eli just wants to sit with that he can, but Celeste will be repositioning to also lean back against the AC unit - this time with an arm draped around Eli's shoulders and body as close to him as possible without actively draping over his lap.
It would seem, as blood and alcohol settle in his system, that he's something of an affectionate drunk, and that it's hitting him quickly.]
No vampire bites like that?
[At least one vampire bites like that.]
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[ Celeste getting all cozy with him only means he carries on being flustered. Flustered, drunk, and horny, which irks him to no end. It would be fine if he could calm down a bit, but does he really need to cuddle up to him like that?!
Though it isn't the comment about vampires that has him sputtering. Oh no, definitely not that. ]
Christ, Celeste, I ain't giving myself a wristy with you watching like that.
[ Which likely isn't what Celeste was suggesting, and yet, Eli is an idiot, so here we are. ]
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And there Eli goes, sputtering again.]
And you know what I meant.
[For now, he's trusting that Eli isn't quite as much of an idiot as he is, possibly, with one more chance to pick up what he was implying.]
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But you were flirting with Izou all through breakfast.
[ Dinner? Brinner? Whatever it was they had at the dennihop. He says this as if somehow it cancels out similarly being all over him, Eli, which, honestly? He believes. ]
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[He doesn't deny it. What he does do is tilt his head a bit in confusion, which, of course, just ends up as him putting his head on Eli's shoulder instead. Ah. Whoops. Oh well, it's nice, so he's staying put unless moved otherwise.]
And now, I am flirting with you. [Blunt.] ...Poorly. [Blunter.] And I will blame the alcohol for that, tonight.
[Tonight - implying he will probably do it again.]
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...oh. [ don't just stop there say something else, moron ] Well fuck me dead, you're just really into scruffy guys, aren't you...?
[ okay maybe try saying something better next time but it's a start ]
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Is that an invitation? [No, 'fuck me dead' is obviously just a turn of phrase, but, listen, Eli opened himself up for that one, and he's not about to just. Not.]
But I suppose I am, aren't I?
[It's definitely a start, because he's not denying it all, or adding qualifiers as to which kinds of scruffy guys! Mostly because it would be digging his grave further in regards to the two scruffy guys in question.]
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I can be... if you want to, I guess. [ wait, except for that one part ] I mean, not the dead part, but. Shit. You know what I mean.
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And as the quiet stretches on, Celeste is willing to let it go - if going quiet is Eli's way of trying to rebuff him kindly, or put a pause on thinking about it, then that's actually fine.
And then he answers, and it's not quite a surprise, given everything thus far, but he does still breathe a quiet, fond laugh.]
No, I've got that part covered already. [A pause, as he has to take a moment to gather up all his tipsy braincells.] But what do you want?
[Teasing and cajoling is all well and good, but 'if you want to, I guess' could mean any number of things, good or bad, and he'd really like to be sure of which.]
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Shit, Celeste, I don't know. [ At least he'll be honest about it. ] I've never done anything with anyone, so how'm I s'posed to know? You're hot... and you like me... I don't get why you like me, but you do... Isn't that good enough?
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And the honesty is appreciated. So much so that he shifts a little bit closer and lets the arm draped over Eli's shoulders drop down to wrap around his waist. It could be a reassuring gesture, if you squint.]
It could be good enough. I can't decide that for you, though.
[Maybe, if he had some experience, the answer would be "let's find out". But he doesn't, so it isn't.]
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[ Eli grumbles tiredly and turns his face towards Celeste's hair, nuzzling into it. He wants to complain! Yes, decide for him! Can't it be that easy?! But he won't. So, instead, he works his way to his own conclusion and with great disappointment mumbles, ]
...can we do this when 'm not drunk? I want to, but you want me to decide stuff, and that's hard right now.
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Of course we can. I will look forward to your flustered expressions again, in that case.
[A gentle tease, to lighten things a bit, if nothing else.]
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Yeah? What if I'm not flustered at all when sober, huh? What then?
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Then... [A pause as he considers the other options... and his own quiet laugh when he decides that he'd like to see whatever the outcome is.] Then I will be excited to be proven wrong, and eager to see what is in its place.
[A beat. A sigh.]
Mm... though I would miss your blushing face, I think.
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[ eli.... what a bold statement for a big damn lie. ]
Huh, so you're into that, too. Figures why you'd like Izou so much...
[ "That" being getting reactions, generally. Flustered, for the most part, Eli assumes. ]
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I am... into, as you say, people who are freely open with their emotions. Like Izou, yes, but also you.
[So, yeah. "Flustered" is just easy mode when he's surrounded by bi disasters who also think they're cool manly men.]
Perhaps too much, sometimes, but, ah, I'd rather be distracted by someone's face than a painting on the wall.
[Dragging some other Toreadors!!!!!!]
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I can't tell if that means you think I'm handsome or just really loud...
[ He had to think about that for a minute. He still isn't sure. ]
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The drunk desire to remain comfortably cuddled wins out, ultimately.]
More handsome than loud.
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