[Nanika observes him quietly, her happy expression paused and temporarily replaced with a curious stare. All the luster fades from those big, blue eyes, turning then into a solid black abyss where only Zoldyck-flavored despair lurks. It's a face he's never once shown her, and she doesn't know whether to be excited for it or not. Something inside her tells her she should be very afraid, but the other side of her, the one that eclipses the other, is engulfed in selfish bliss.
She gasps when his nails pop out, the razorlike tips catching strips of light. The silhouette of his hand reflects in widened eyes as Killua carefully calculates his next move like a rehearsed machine.
To his left--No, her left, he places his fingertips along a ridged area, preparing for insertion. She scoots to his side so she can get a better look. Nanika holds her breath as he makes a shallow cut, then loses it when he plunges his claws straight through his flesh in one fluid motion.
Hot, dark red blood starts gathering around his knuckles and leaking heavy trails down his side, more and more of it piling up as blood rushes to the site of the wound. The unmistakable scent of it hangs around them and she closes her eyes only to take a sniff at the air.]
Wow...so much blood!
[Nanika feels a great impatience building in her body, her unconventional desires demanding to be met through the core of her being. Her heart races as it nears the final payoff and she huddles closer to him, her overbearing energy fraught in the way she leans in and takes a big, self-indulgent breath of iron.]
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She gasps when his nails pop out, the razorlike tips catching strips of light. The silhouette of his hand reflects in widened eyes as Killua carefully calculates his next move like a rehearsed machine.
To his left--No, her left, he places his fingertips along a ridged area, preparing for insertion. She scoots to his side so she can get a better look. Nanika holds her breath as he makes a shallow cut, then loses it when he plunges his claws straight through his flesh in one fluid motion.
Hot, dark red blood starts gathering around his knuckles and leaking heavy trails down his side, more and more of it piling up as blood rushes to the site of the wound. The unmistakable scent of it hangs around them and she closes her eyes only to take a sniff at the air.]
Wow...so much blood!
[Nanika feels a great impatience building in her body, her unconventional desires demanding to be met through the core of her being. Her heart races as it nears the final payoff and she huddles closer to him, her overbearing energy fraught in the way she leans in and takes a big, self-indulgent breath of iron.]