I’m sorry, Rumi thinks before she holds Mira’s wrist in her cupped hands and bites down, breaking the skin with her demonic fangs. She hears Mira’s sharp inhale, feels it against her body, but then the world blurs and nothing else matters. The pattern under her right eye itches and she closes them, right eye burning gold underneath the lid.
Lightning explodes on her tongue as she takes her first sip. It zips along her taste buds and into her own bloodstream. It’s like she can feel the little flecks of Mira’s soul settling under her skin, fierce and confident and lonely and scared. She takes another sip and moans at the taste. Mira slumps against her and Rumi uses her shoulder to hold the other woman up.
Rumi feels overwhelmed. All she can feel and hear and taste and, oh God, smell is Mira. Everything is Mira and she’s everywhere and Rumi can’t help but want more. She bites deeper, allowing more blood to flow into her mouth. The lightning zips faster, followed by a raging inferno.
Thank you, @barblaz-arts, for the amazing commission. I've been obsessed with her Chaggie and Wenclair art since forever but to finally be able to commission her for a fanfic I wrote. Dream come true. Thank you so much for the awesome art. The link to the fanfic is below.











