Bound With Blood
You blush a little at the compliment. This is nice. It’s peaceful. You’d prefer not to be hooked up to IVs and such. Could be worse.
"Well I’ve had a wonderful doctor. And a lot of support. It’s just a perfect storm of events I guess."
You’d actually like to stay a while, but you know what has happened every time you’ve stayed late. So you’ll just chat with him until Akhena arrives.
"Tas, got any new records?"
"I have some new blues and some Beethoven played by a rock band, let me check your vitals and push the rest of this fluid, I can take you upstairs if you want to listen…if you’re up to it."
You quickly infuse the rest of his fluids, removing one of the IV’s. HIs vitals are still perfect and your assessment suggests a stable patient.
"I’m leaving one IV in until you leave, just in case we need it for something. And if you aren’t up to it, I can always just lend you the vinyl."
Listening to music with him on the third floor brings back mixed memories and feelings.
”Pang. It is a pang you uneducated filth.” You sigh, it’s been the 4th time you have to tell him that your clothes are not a skirt, but a pang. But maybe, considering the fact he’s into cross-dressing, he likes to imagine that you are actually wearing a skirt. You huff slightly and keeps picking at your meal. This is actually excellent.
”Actually no.” Your cheeks flush in pink and you feel embarrassed by his vulgar way of talking. This is what attracted you to him though. Presenting himself as a man of class but having the mouth of a fucking trailer trash.
”I don’t even know why I had them, to be honest. Maybe I bought those many sweeps ago and I just don’t remember?”
You bought them for him actually, yesternight. He doesn’t need to know.
"Pang, tang, skirt, whatever floats your pretty little boat, Jailbird."
He likes what you made. He’s be around for a while an is quite fastidious, you take it as a huge compliment. It lifts your spirits after being called out like that. You refill both glasses with wine, maybe you should have drugged him. He ws pretty fun all fucked up.
"Oh, so maybe antique panties? I bet they look fabulous on you, or rather you look fabulous in them. Do I get to see? Will you try them on for me?"
To one’s enemies: ‘I hate myself more than you ever could.’
- Alain de Botton (via durianquotes)
Your sharp eyes sure noticed the trick he’s pulling and you now understand why he’s so thin. So sickly thin.. He even seems to have lost a few pounds since you met him and it isn’t flattering for his figure. You doubt that confronting him about his eating disorders is the good thing to do, so you try to go with somewhat reverse psychology.
”This meal is delicious. But your sickly form kind of disgust me. You look far too thin, Alizar. You need to put on some weight. This kind of lingerie would look better on someone that isn’t only bones.”
You flash him a knowing glare, hoping he catches on your intent. You don’t like knowing your kismesis has eating disorders, but you surely like it even less to know they’re endangering their life.
You bring the glass of wine to your lips and sigh.
”I’m sorry I didn’t know this was what you had in mind for something ‘fancy’ . I only brought a pair of laced panties. I don’t actually own anything remotely close to .. this.” You point at him.
Whoops, apparently he noticed your lack of eating. You’re trying, you really are, but it’s slow going and full of back sliding.
You wave your hand dismissively,”I’m working on it. Thin or no, you still want to bang me til you run dry. I am working on it, gimme some time. Don’t worry your cute little skirt clad ass.”
You take a big drink of wine and smirk at him. Are you really disgusting? How is that even possible? No, he’s trying to prove a point. You’re certain of it…mostly.
"Or what did you call that thing? A sarong? Tang? You are rather tangy," you lick your lips and grin,"must be all that mad hate you got for a motherfucker."
Your smile grows wider at the mention of lace panties,”You dog. I knew you couldn’t be and entirely boring old man. I bet you wear them when you jack off, don’t ya?”
Bound With Blood
"So…. a small reaction. But it could have been worse. I’ll be sure to tell Akhena and Matrin."
You enjoy the tea for a moment helping you to feel a little more awake. You suppose you shouldn’t expect everything to go perfectly. But he said it was a success! So that was good enough.
"I feel fine. A little sleepy but I usually have a hard time waking up anyway."
He seems to be studying you or something. You tilt your head slightly and grin. Thanks to him you might actually get to do the things you’d really want to do. You’ll have to write a book and dedicate it to him, if nothing else.
You tilt your head back to normal and set down your tea. You wait for him to do the same before you take one of his hands in yours. “Thank you. Again.”
You squeeze his hand, a bit tighter than you meant to, and nod. The simple touch takes you by suprise for some reason, widening your tired eyes. You should be exstatic right now, a truly positive outcome, and a promising one. This isn’t how you thought you’d feel after the most promising procedure of your career. Some how, this is better. You aren’t conciously aware of it, but you put on no airs around him anymore. You’re guard goes down and stays down.
"You’re welcome, Teagan. Thanks to you, both of us will reach our goals. You’re the perfect patient."
You’re going to miss his warmth when he converts, then again, you are a selfish man.
XxXI’ve been forced into vacation by my moirail and I am surprisingly enjoying it, but I’m bored at the moment. Anyone feel like chit-chatting?xXx
"Have you by chance seen a sly looking jackal pass by here? Dang lusus has a hair up his you know what."
Hey, Dr. Tasmin, you know about troll biology. Is it true lowbloods go into heat more often than highbloods? If so I wonder if Teagan will keep that trait or grow out of it as he's treated.
"Heat cycles are affected by the gonads and specific areas of the brain that release hormones. So, no. A heat cycle will not be affected by this type of transformation. This in itself will not be something that can "out" him. Though I’m sure he would appreciate your concern. "
"In general lowbloods might go into heat more often, but highblooded trolls stay in heat for much longer. Some trolls never experience a cycle ever. It really depends on the individual. Kudos for seeking knowledge from the right source."
You pull away from his neck to blink at him. “I do not know the meaning of two words you have just spoken and I am not quite sure I am willing to move.”
Your ears lay back defensively as you had pretty much claimed his lap as your seat. You gave two shits short of a fuck if he thought it was weird; you didn’t know the meaning of the word.
No, really. You didn’t.
"O-o-ok. You don’t have to."
You are on edge and terribly nervous. If he notices, he doesn’t care. It’s not unpleasant…just awkward.
"What words were you unsure of? It’s just that I’m never this close to anyone and it makes me nervous. If you want I can just shut up, but do me a favor? Don’t, like, kill me."
You bite your lip and smile, lightly rubbing his back for lack of anything else to do.
"Yeah, I’ll shut up…talk to me. Please."
Bound With Blood
"Tea sounds great! Be right back."
You take the IV pole with you and take care of everything quickly. Having to take the thing with you is a little cumbersome but it’s what it is in your view. You have to do this to achieve your dream. Even if it’s bothersome now, it’s only a little thing.
You sit back down with him. Well, there was a little setback it seemed but you did have to find a “donor” for your transplant anyway.
You fix a pot of white tea in the lab’s small kitchenette and are waiting for him at the bed side on his return. Pressing a full cup in his hand you smile and look down for a moment.
"You have some bruising along your shoulders and upper back. They are your natural color and a sign of an immune response. It’s minor and we can tweak the process. I consider this a success. Before you go hive I’m increasing your dose of supplements, remind me please to get those for you. We can talk about the details of the final infusion later, for now…how are you, Teagan?"
Looking back up you sip your cup of tea and study your patient…your friend…ex-lover? It’s complicated.
Shopping went better than you expected, as far as shopping goes. Suits, ties, slacks, sweaters, shirts, lingerie, everything, absolutely everything you could need. Everything but the lingerie is fairly conservative, at least you were allowed to pick out a few bright colors. It isn’t really your style, a bit stuffy, but you want him happy with you.
Currently, you’re putting away all your new possessions. You are to meet Tickta down stairs in fifteen minutes. He didn’t say what for. You dress simply; a fitted back button up, grey slacks, black and white oxfords, and a bright teal undershirt.
You head downstairs and can’t seem to find him. You know you got the time right…
"Signore?" You raise your voice in query.
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You don’t answer, just following instinct as you press closer to him, purring quietly, your ears flickering at the noise you made. What the fuck.
You liked this and decided he wasn’t going to leave. Because this has never happened before and he was warm and he smelled nice. You wiggled onto his lap, your face hidden in his neck as you breathe in his scent, trying not to whine. You were oblivious to it, but you really were lonely.
So you just hug him tight again and grip his shirt.
Oh my god. Oh my god. The short scary troll is in your lap, pressing into your neck and smelling you. What even is this?
After a few minutes of tapping on the couch you lightly wrap your arms around his upper back. He’s like a child needing comfort…kind of.
"Ah, Swikak? If you want to hang out, I can stay for a while…but you have to tell me if you, ah, are going to do..this. It’s really intimate, you know?"
"…I don’t really mind, I guess, I just feel awkwar…will you talk to me, about anything, anything you want."
And then he’s apologizing. Your ears lay back defensively as he gets close but you calm down at realizing he means you no harm. You suppose he started to call you high blood as a sign of respect but it was lost on you. You blink at him at his vomit of apologies, and blush yet again at his comment on how you would be a great matesprit.
You don’t tell him he’s forgiven, instead pulling him into a cuddle. You may know what quadrants are now but fuck if you knew social customs. He was fucking warm and you were not letting him go when you could stay pressed against him.
You have absolutely no idea what to do at this point. You doubt anything could have surprised you more than being pulling close cuddled by the stoic troll. Good god, you’ve never even pailed much less been cuddled.
Umm…at least he isn’t mad? You don’t think.
His arms are around you…but what do you do? What do you say? You’re only nine and a half sweeps old, a spontaneous cuddle is a big deal.
You awkwardly place an arm around his shoulder and laugh nervously.
"Hey, are you ok? Do you just want to cuddle? Be close to someone?"
Well, with how few trolls he knows and his lacks of knowledge about romance…maybe he’s lonely after all? Couldn’t you just help him out and go with it? It’s not as if he’s flirting with you, this seems innocent. He seems pretty innocent…and isolated. Who the heck is this Leyati guy to do this to him?
You let yourself relax against him, laying your head on his shoulder. He’s nice and cool.