[Meanwhile Vanitas, the hapless human, has become the vampire seducer of this story. He doesn't think it's going to play out the way the director envisions, but if it's just about doing what he's told maybe he can get by.
At least his acting partner is not bad to look at, but it could also be his unusual markings overtaking patches of skin leading up to his face--half covered by dark hair. Vanitas doesn't like the way that voice hits his eardrums when he keeps his volume down. It feels like he's whispering right into his ear and gives him goosebumps.]
Left side, then. [The side without the markings. He's tempted to ask why, but then there's a loud snap some distance away to indicate the scene needs to continue. Vanitas delivers his line and moves with the swiftness and confidence of someone looking to draw blood. Not expecting the fake fangs to hold, he bites down forcefully, the sharp ceramic material of the prosthetic fangs easily piercing skin so the first mouthful of blood is genuinely alarming to him. He's never actually.. drank blood. Though he's always been curious about if he had the capacity to. All the experiments turned him into something that wasn't quite vampire but also wasn't exactly human anymore either.
The taste is metallic and strange, but not unpleasant. He doesn't hate it, and that scares him. He makes a sound when he swallows, thinking that he should probably pull away and deliver another line but instead he sucks, trying for another mouthful. Is this what he tastes like too? Is this man human? Does everyone taste different?]
Mm. [It's all he's capable of while he goes through his little internal crisis. So much for all that work memorizing his lines.]
cw: blood
At least his acting partner is not bad to look at, but it could also be his unusual markings overtaking patches of skin leading up to his face--half covered by dark hair. Vanitas doesn't like the way that voice hits his eardrums when he keeps his volume down. It feels like he's whispering right into his ear and gives him goosebumps.]
Left side, then. [The side without the markings. He's tempted to ask why, but then there's a loud snap some distance away to indicate the scene needs to continue. Vanitas delivers his line and moves with the swiftness and confidence of someone looking to draw blood. Not expecting the fake fangs to hold, he bites down forcefully, the sharp ceramic material of the prosthetic fangs easily piercing skin so the first mouthful of blood is genuinely alarming to him. He's never actually.. drank blood. Though he's always been curious about if he had the capacity to. All the experiments turned him into something that wasn't quite vampire but also wasn't exactly human anymore either.
The taste is metallic and strange, but not unpleasant. He doesn't hate it, and that scares him. He makes a sound when he swallows, thinking that he should probably pull away and deliver another line but instead he sucks, trying for another mouthful. Is this what he tastes like too? Is this man human? Does everyone taste different?]
Mm. [It's all he's capable of while he goes through his little internal crisis. So much for all that work memorizing his lines.]