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Mark Grayson ([personal profile] titlecard) wrote in [community profile] turnout 2024-08-14 06:39 am (UTC)

[ Hella makes a face at the blood running over her fingers, and he is doing everything in his power to swallow down the excitement he's automatically feeling at the sight, the smell of it.

Focus on Hella, not the blood. Focus on Hella, not the blood. Focus on Hella, not the blood. It runs through his mind, almost loud enough to drown out what Hella is actually saying. Is there something still off about her? He can't tell, too wrapped up in his own hunger and worry about actually scaring her away. He could still do that, couldn't he? And it would be justified, wouldn't it? He shouldn't be here at all—

Even when they annoy me, and Mark's brain catches up to her. After a second he huffs out a laugh, and then falls back to sit on the ground properly, forcing himself not to hover over his soon-to-be meal. Forcing himself to be a normal person, a friend. ]


Sorry about that. [ He brings up a hand to rub at the back of his neck. ] I'm... I'm working on that. Really.

[ There's just something to knowing that this is a battle he's inevitably going to lose, realizing now how bad it is. Isn't going to get any better. And maybe it's that knowledge that makes him blurt out: ] You're a good person, you know?

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