[ Aamir looks shaken, terribly, horribly frightened as Jon approaches. Even Ava's assurances only extend to her; despite knowing he has to answer to the Archivist, he looks petrified at the idea. And just as Jon asks him--
Well, suddenly, Jon is throwing up. And it's blood. Ava stumbles back a step as if she's been struck in the face, staring at Jon, bewildered and terrified for him. ]
Jon?! Jon, what's-- Oh, fuck.
[ What's happening to him? Is he hurt? What's--
Oh. That's blood. Fresh blood. It fills her senses and the hunger that has been clawing at her stomach since the restaurant starts to tear itself through her, and all she can think about is blood. Vitae. Food. Satiation from the howling Beast that claws up her throat. It howls and she is suddenly so still, so very still, staring at Jon for too long a moment. ]
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Date: 2019-09-15 03:29 am (UTC)Well, suddenly, Jon is throwing up. And it's blood. Ava stumbles back a step as if she's been struck in the face, staring at Jon, bewildered and terrified for him. ]
Jon?! Jon, what's-- Oh, fuck.
[ What's happening to him? Is he hurt? What's--
Oh. That's blood. Fresh blood. It fills her senses and the hunger that has been clawing at her stomach since the restaurant starts to tear itself through her, and all she can think about is blood. Vitae. Food. Satiation from the howling Beast that claws up her throat. It howls and she is suddenly so still, so very still, staring at Jon for too long a moment. ]