*killua's soft smile swiftly drops from his face, rosy cheeks going pale when she makes her next request, begging for blood. he can tell, without asking, that she means no one but his. she's never asked for anything that would cause him pain before, but maybe her zoldyck upbringing has desensitized her enough to find it acceptable. he shifts uncomfortably, blinking at her in concern.*

my blood? a-are you sure?

*the intense look on her face is one he's never seen on her alter's, an inscrutable force lurking behind her pleasant smile.*