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ataraxionlogs2012-09-23 04:17 pm
theguidinghand) wrote in ataraxionlogs2012-09-23 04:17 pm
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CHARACTERS: "Todd"/Guide, James T. Kirk, and all volunteers
LOCATION: Medical Bay
WARNINGS: Extensive description of the Wraith feeding process, and internalized self-loathing. Possible profanity.
SUMMARY: You can never win, you can only break even. With a Wraith, you can't break even - even if you are one.
He's growing used to the fire in his bones, and the thought disgusts him more than he would dare to admit. This repetition of siphoning off a bit of life and then slowly starving again is not the way of a Queen's man. It is short-sighted - but the kine are a short-lived species, as it should only be that they cannot imagine so far into the future. Yet he has agreed to this deal, and their short-sightedness is his own. It will not be long before he starves again, and then more humans will have to sacrifice themselves to him. So this vicious cycle will begin anew.
He kneads the dark vein that winds itself abound his wrist so that it does not swell with enzyme, but he closes his fist as he does so. He can grow used to the fire in his bones, but never shall he look upon a hungry hand without shame.
Guide waits in the medical bay, squinting at the too-bright lights. When he has the strength to do so, he stands; when he hasn't, he rests, sitting as regally as one can in torn leathers.
LOCATION: Medical Bay
WARNINGS: Extensive description of the Wraith feeding process, and internalized self-loathing. Possible profanity.
SUMMARY: You can never win, you can only break even. With a Wraith, you can't break even - even if you are one.
He's growing used to the fire in his bones, and the thought disgusts him more than he would dare to admit. This repetition of siphoning off a bit of life and then slowly starving again is not the way of a Queen's man. It is short-sighted - but the kine are a short-lived species, as it should only be that they cannot imagine so far into the future. Yet he has agreed to this deal, and their short-sightedness is his own. It will not be long before he starves again, and then more humans will have to sacrifice themselves to him. So this vicious cycle will begin anew.
He kneads the dark vein that winds itself abound his wrist so that it does not swell with enzyme, but he closes his fist as he does so. He can grow used to the fire in his bones, but never shall he look upon a hungry hand without shame.
Guide waits in the medical bay, squinting at the too-bright lights. When he has the strength to do so, he stands; when he hasn't, he rests, sitting as regally as one can in torn leathers.
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She pulls her hands out of her pocket as she walks over to him, the only sign of her nerves the slight quirk of her eyebrow. "Do I get cookies this time, when you're done?" It's nothing like giving blood, but she can still joke if she wants.
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He tips his head to one side, the corner of his mouth twisting into something like a smile. Humor in the face of danger - it's a very Lantean thing, a very Wraith thing. "Provided that you have an appetite then, I see no reason why not," he answers dryly. "I trust that I shall not have to steer you through all the stops this time, yes?"
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She moves to lay down on the bed, hands at her sides, and lets her gaze drift towards the ceiling. There's nothing about the way she's laying that suggested she's relaxed at all - or even trying - but having security and med staff around is comforting. All she can hope for is that he's quick and that it'll hurt less the second time around. (Not that she honestly expects the latter to be true, but she can try fooling herself into believing it, can't she?)