"Their loss," Elsie says warmly. Sometimes literally. "I hope you have a good time."
Elsie, managing to be pretty steady despite just having been fed on. She drapes the bandages over her bare arm and picks up the bowl.
Elsie is civilized. She normally prefers to be hygenic. And this bowl was just coughed up. Regardless of the fact that it's still just pure vampire blood, it's hard to call that sanitary.
Elsie draws herself up. She is not some vitae-grubbing lackey. She doesn't do her job looking after her lady and the family just to get that irresistible blood. She'd do the job anyway. Without the silly Bond, without anything. That was family. That was love.
...But it didn't mean she wasn't still an addict, as much as the next ghoul. And it smelled so good.
Waste not, want not. As Elsie turned away, she lifted the bowl to her lips and drank. Then, when the rapturous look passes, she wipes her lips with the back of her hand in turn, a little embarrrassed.
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Date: 2011-09-24 09:48 am (UTC)Elsie, managing to be pretty steady despite just having been fed on. She drapes the bandages over her bare arm and picks up the bowl.
Elsie is civilized. She normally prefers to be hygenic. And this bowl was just coughed up. Regardless of the fact that it's still just pure vampire blood, it's hard to call that sanitary.
Elsie draws herself up. She is not some vitae-grubbing lackey. She doesn't do her job looking after her lady and the family just to get that irresistible blood. She'd do the job anyway. Without the silly Bond, without anything. That was family. That was love.
...But it didn't mean she wasn't still an addict, as much as the next ghoul. And it smelled so good.
Waste not, want not. As Elsie turned away, she lifted the bowl to her lips and drank. Then, when the rapturous look passes, she wipes her lips with the back of her hand in turn, a little embarrrassed.