Corrin shook her head, keeping one arm hooked around Edelgard as the other came around to wipe at the tears on her cheek with the back of her hand.
"You have nothing to be sorry for," she pointed out carefully. "If I were in your position, I'd be crying like a baby half the time. So any time you need to cry, I'll be here."
"It is...simply not a reality I ever expected myself to be confronted with. To be in a position where to continue to exist, I would have to drain others of their own life's blood. It sounds so farcical, yet I've been mixing blood into my tea for months now."
It was ludicrous, frankly. It sounded so absurd. Yet, here she was.
"It's not so bad, not really. But such things...they're meant for stories. Not...not for reality. I should not be taking this so badly, though. At least I get to stay human-seeming."
"I mean...I can't imagine anyone would think that someday they'd be a vampire," Corrin pointed out, her voice perhaps slightly teasing. She was caught between thinking maybe she could help ease Edelgard's mood and also being uncertain that was even a good idea.
"But...as you get used to it, it will probably be much easier to control. And you'll have...mm. Food whenever you need it."
Was that basically her offering to let Edelgard drink her blood whenever she needed to? Yup. Although she couldn't quite bring herself to actually say that out loud.
"And I think we're all living in a story now. Witches and monsters and strange teleportation and mysterious wastelands...it is truly something out of a fairy tale."
Edelgard knew better than to refuse, though, so instead she nuzzled up against Corrin's shoulder, eyes tilted up to look into her Bonded's.
"But I am glad to know that if I must, I can. It seems strange to consider, but I wonder...if I'll develop a taste for anyone specific. Or if different people even taste differently"
Corrin was torn between being relieved that Edelgard didn't want to bite her, and concerned that Edelgard was going to be too picky about where she got her food. If she was in her position...well, she didn't know what she would've done, honestly. It was a question she hoped she never had to answer, either.
And at least this gave her something else to focus on, as Edelgard kept talking. Something, if not necessarily positive, at least less serious.
"Maybe it's like wine," she said after a thoughtful moment, with a small grin on her face. "Each person is a slightly different flavor, different age and...uh...vintage?"
Edelgard wasn't going to be picky. She trusted Hubert, and she had never been one with a love of food, exactly. She ate to keep going, not for pleasure.
"But it's probably true. Something I'll have to make notes of."
"It's...kind of a pasta? I think? I found it in a stall at the market, it was just these little tubes with cheese on top. It was honestly really good. We'll have to go get some later."
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"You have nothing to be sorry for," she pointed out carefully. "If I were in your position, I'd be crying like a baby half the time. So any time you need to cry, I'll be here."
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It was ludicrous, frankly. It sounded so absurd. Yet, here she was.
"It's not so bad, not really. But such things...they're meant for stories. Not...not for reality. I should not be taking this so badly, though. At least I get to stay human-seeming."
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"But...as you get used to it, it will probably be much easier to control. And you'll have...mm. Food whenever you need it."
Was that basically her offering to let Edelgard drink her blood whenever she needed to? Yup. Although she couldn't quite bring herself to actually say that out loud.
"And I think we're all living in a story now. Witches and monsters and strange teleportation and mysterious wastelands...it is truly something out of a fairy tale."
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Edelgard knew better than to refuse, though, so instead she nuzzled up against Corrin's shoulder, eyes tilted up to look into her Bonded's.
"But I am glad to know that if I must, I can. It seems strange to consider, but I wonder...if I'll develop a taste for anyone specific. Or if different people even taste differently"
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And at least this gave her something else to focus on, as Edelgard kept talking. Something, if not necessarily positive, at least less serious.
"Maybe it's like wine," she said after a thoughtful moment, with a small grin on her face. "Each person is a slightly different flavor, different age and...uh...vintage?"
She was pretty sure that was the right word.
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Edelgard wasn't going to be picky. She trusted Hubert, and she had never been one with a love of food, exactly. She ate to keep going, not for pleasure.
"But it's probably true. Something I'll have to make notes of."
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She hummed softly, as if tracing her thoughts with the sound, and then it devolved into a little giggle.
"Maybe you can mix it with food?" A beat. "Like...Macaroni and cheese blood?"
What? It could be good.
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Edelgard has no clue. She knows what cheese is, but the concept of Macaroni is foreign enough that she has to ask.
Good job, Corrin. You've distracted her.
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"It's...kind of a pasta? I think? I found it in a stall at the market, it was just these little tubes with cheese on top. It was honestly really good. We'll have to go get some later."
And mix it with blood, she supposed.