Zwei: The Ilvard Insurrection, Ragna/Alwen, Challenge #215: Atonement, Tehexile

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Title: Moonstruck
Author: tehexile 
Fandom: Zwei: The Ilvard Insurrection
Pairing/Characters: Ragna/Alwen
Rating/Category: 15/Het
Word Count: 419
Spoilers: yes
other tags: awkward relationship, implied self-harm, implied vampire kink, implied alcoholism, some strong language
Summary: A drunk Ragna tries to thrall himself to Alwen as a way to atone for his fight with his sister.

"Any particular reason you're deliberately bleeding all over my antique mahogany desk, Ragna?" Alwen gave him a death glare. He met her gaze squarely.

 

"Any particular reason you're barely reacting to a fine strapping young lad offering a vein full of blood to you, or are you just determined to act as little like a normal vampire as possible?"

 

She rolled her eyes at him, "I don't know what trashy novels you've been reading but you ought to know that blood-drinking is about as sexual for us as milking a cow, so if you wanna play, just ask normally and..."

 

He actually spluttered at this, "Th... that's not what I'm doing, you flat-chested..." he sighed, "I suppose I shouldn't be calling you names when I'm trying to swear eternal soul-bondage or whatever."

 

"Not into bondage either," she sniffed, folding her arms, "Wait, are you trying to...?"

 

"Take you up on your old offer, yeah. About being a Blood Knight."

 

"Why'd I need one of those any more? The big threat to me is gone."

 

"There'll be other threats. Rabid dogs or... or that vampire hunter lady or something."

 

"She's got half a brain, she can tell me apart from a hostile vampire," Alwen assured him, "What's this really about? You got something at home you want to avoid? A jilted lover? Another crazy sister from Hell?"

 

"I... it's about my sister, yeah. Kinda," he said, "I can't just go gallivanting off on adventures any more. Not after what I've done. I don't deserve to..."

 

She slapped him. Hard. It reminded him that a vampire's nails grew long and sharp and didn't break easily. 

 

"I'm not your bloody stray puppy mommy, so don't come whining and giving me guilty looks like you've peed on the floor!" she snapped, "You've got a life ahead of you. A real one, with a pulse and a heartbeat and a definite start and end date and everything! Your sister wouldn't want you to act like it's already over when it isn't. She chose her sacrifice and it was partly for you, so throwing your life away is just as ungrateful, got it?"

 

"Uh... yeah... sure..." he muttered sullenly, "Guess I'm just having a really bad day. I'll... er... wipe the table."

 

"Stop drinking, it's making you worse. And, I reiterate, ask me out normally," she turned her nose up in exaggerated offense.

 

"Um... do vampires ever, you know, just play-bite?" he asked. She threw things at him until he ran out of the castle.