[Her skin is cold. Her pulse still. She doesn't breathe with labor at her efforts. But there's a quality of life in her. Where a true corpse will feel empty when touched, she doesn't. There is something there, her spirit, her soul. Her body doesn't live but it houses her presence still, quite obviously.
So when he nips at her, it's an interesting texture. It holds an elasticity that seems more alive, more resilient than it ought to be. Except, her physical reaction is utterly the reverse. She goes still, eyes shoot wide, in that moment of teeth going sharply into her flesh, just this side of piercing. He gets what he wants in that moment, her lying still, not struggling. It lasts for a few counts of his heart beating, long enough for it to be noticed.
Then she jerks her head away from him, hard, harder than would be wise if she were a living being. Her fighting resumes. She can't lie still and submit. It's not in her to do so. It's not how she was conditioned to behave in such circumstances either.]
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So when he nips at her, it's an interesting texture. It holds an elasticity that seems more alive, more resilient than it ought to be. Except, her physical reaction is utterly the reverse. She goes still, eyes shoot wide, in that moment of teeth going sharply into her flesh, just this side of piercing. He gets what he wants in that moment, her lying still, not struggling. It lasts for a few counts of his heart beating, long enough for it to be noticed.
Then she jerks her head away from him, hard, harder than would be wise if she were a living being. Her fighting resumes. She can't lie still and submit. It's not in her to do so. It's not how she was conditioned to behave in such circumstances either.]