[ Never in her life has Max experienced anything like this before. This sensation. It's like eating with no tangible food, or...like the magic from one of the boys' games. Something washing over her, and suddenly, she feels better.
There's a light glow to Max, the magic doing its job, and the boy... He grows weaker. Soon, he's sagging against Basil's vines, against Max's claws. His face is paling. It's like draining away all his vitality, and even in her surreal calm Max feels unsettled. As the boy falls out of sync with her breathing. As she can feel Basil's eyes on them. As her head's- screaming, still, despite going through this whole damn ritual, why is something in her still—
It's like a switch flips. The Faerie is satiated, but the Gargoyle still thirsts. Hasn't ripped or torn a single thing.
So Max's watering jaws open, mandibles parting, and she burrows her snout into her victim's chest, ripping away clothes and flesh, clacking against bone, tearing artery in a sudden bloody fit.
Perhaps this is the more humane end, even though it's messier. Because from the moment her fangs pierce the boy's aorta, he's gone. ]
cw: the cannibalism (traditional!), gore + death
There's a light glow to Max, the magic doing its job, and the boy... He grows weaker. Soon, he's sagging against Basil's vines, against Max's claws. His face is paling. It's like draining away all his vitality, and even in her surreal calm Max feels unsettled. As the boy falls out of sync with her breathing. As she can feel Basil's eyes on them. As her head's- screaming, still, despite going through this whole damn ritual, why is something in her still—
It's like a switch flips. The Faerie is satiated, but the Gargoyle still thirsts. Hasn't ripped or torn a single thing.
So Max's watering jaws open, mandibles parting, and she burrows her snout into her victim's chest, ripping away clothes and flesh, clacking against bone, tearing artery in a sudden bloody fit.
Perhaps this is the more humane end, even though it's messier. Because from the moment her fangs pierce the boy's aorta, he's gone. ]