[Oh, that's quite a lot of blush. Clara can understand the cravings, to some extent. She can't understand the first part. To be a kindred was to know hunger intimately. The only way to feel fully sated was a line she would not cross. When that hunger built, though, the craving she felt wasn't anything to blush about. It was inhuman. It was monstrous.]
So you can survive without drinking it.
[And the act of drinking it brought that much color to her face. Craving it was normal in an opulent, lustful place like the Golden Peacock.]
Is it like an addiction?
[Prodding in a slightly different direction than going straight for Aurelia's sex life.]
no subject
So you can survive without drinking it.
[And the act of drinking it brought that much color to her face. Craving it was normal in an opulent, lustful place like the Golden Peacock.]
Is it like an addiction?
[Prodding in a slightly different direction than going straight for Aurelia's sex life.]