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Let the experiments continue.

Blade against the throat trope.

Vampires holding back their desire and hunger for blood when its inconvenient, slowly but surely reaching their breaking point when they’re alone in their room, shaking and taking raspy breaths, hearing every single heartbeat in the building and forcing themself to stay put despite that urge. They will not ruin everything they’ve built here, the life they’ve made, the friends they’ve earned the trust of, just because of the monster blood that runs through their veins that pushes them to drink the blood of others. They will not give in, and end up spending the entire sleepless night finding the symphony of heartbeats around them… somewhat calming.

Are you alright?

I can see the end as it begins… (insp)

Aesthetic: Subconscious Flinching

A step back whenever someone gets too close.  A twitch when they lean in.  A duck of the head when voices raise.

Fingers trembling when they shout.  A tremor that goes unnoticed until it doesn’t.  Shaking hands clenching into shaking fists.

A back to the wall, always, forever, because corners are safe, because corners mean no surprises.  

An arm’s length of personal space because if they’re close enough to touch, they’re close enough for – for other things.

Fidgeting that gets worse when nervous, when tense, when scared.

Ducking when voices rise too fast, too quickly.  Lurching at a friendly slap on the back.  Jumping at a hand waving in their periphery.

The too fast, too shallow breaths, the wide eyes, the racing heart, as it becomes too much, as it all becomes too much.