#▽ [ rosalind avery ] 001.

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closed starter for rosalind avery. ( @creatvresoftheniight​ )

Being forced to subsist on a diet of human blood was perhaps Duncan’s least favorite constraint as a result of his vampirism— he could handle avoiding sunlight when he forgot his ring ( though he rarely did ) and he fancied himself a decent enough person, as a whole, that no one would be attempting to target him with the small handful of other things that had become weaknesses to him in undeath. Feeding was something he made a point of doing with the utmost care-- seeking out eager and willing partners and only ever taking what he needed for them to be safe and healthy when they left his care. Of course, he’d found alternatives to feeding on living, breathing people but there was a certain thrill to doing so when he was in the mood for it— it was a mood he hadn’t been in for several days by the time he found himself lingering on the main walkway into the hospital proper debating whether he ought to ask someone he knew for blood bags to sustain him. He was sure he could have requested advice on the matter from Octavia or Damien but in his mind they were quite busy and he had been a vampire for long enough that he was no mere boy by those standards. 

He could surely be counted on to secure sustenance for himself the way he did when he was feeding more traditionally. 

Duncan huffed out a breath of frustration at his own inaction and slipped through the doors to enter the emergency room with a quiet nod towards anyone who met his gaze. He was in the midst of mentally cataloging the residents of Windham he felt acquainted enough with to ask them such a favor as the one he had in mind and his thoughts derailed rather splendidly at the sight of Rosalind-- the way they had since the moment he’d met her ( not that he’d ever taken even a second to admit that ). The Avery pack’s alliance with his clan meant that they were on friendly terms when interacting in theory and Duncan had had passing conversations with Rosalind in the midst of working on various projects at George’s behest on the compound they called home but those conversations had rarely been had without one of the Avery siblings lingering somewhere in the background and Duncan felt a distinct ripple of nerves in his belly at the thought of having a proper one-on-one conversation with the witch. 

He allowed himself exactly one slow, deep breath before he made his way towards her and smiled-- hoping his nerves weren’t being betrayed by the way his emotions always seemed to project themselves onto his features as easily as anything. “Good evening, Miss Avery,” He greeted, the brasher tones of his accent softened by the care with which he spoke, “I was wondering if you might be able to assist me with something? It’s nothing awful, I promise you-- it’s-- well, I’m not certain how to put it, actually. A personal issue? Um...” Duncan trailed off and gestured vaguely with one hand, “A dietary issue I suppose one could say. If you’re too busy I would completely understand but I wanted to inquire-- to speak to you-- if only for a moment.”

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