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[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*Ana is not in her room, sleeping, reading, or playing music.

Ana is not anywhere with her keyboard, practicing her music.

Ana is not in the kitchen, though there is evidence she was eating there a bit ago.

No.

Ana is currently in the bathroom, puking her guts out.

Poor Ana*

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[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[stays that way for a moment, then rights the fabric again and adds to the silence] ... [pockets the lighter again, shifting and standing up] I don't... expect you to forgive me. It was stupid, and I... really have no excuse for it. [note that he's not mentioned the completely faded marks on his neck-- he figures what she can't see won't hurt her.] I just thought you should know.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

Those are...

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

...Bite marks. Yeah. [glances at her] If it helps at all, no manner of clothing removal was had. I didn't wear a shirt for the better part of last week.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

... *closes her eyes, trying to hide the flinch of pain* I see.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[he hasn't got an excuse for it, so he's just being frank.] ... [sighs softly] It's... not what you may be thinking, but I haven't really got a way to prove that to you. Call it morbid curiosity and a heavy dose of some sort of medication that royally failed at being a fever reducer.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

... *gets up, turning to leave*

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[steps over to her before she can get far, taking her hand for a brief second] [lets her go (hopefully) before she has the opportunity to wrench away]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

... *brushes past him, her lashes wet*

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[lets her, watching with a sort of resigned look on his face]