Thread: ..::Sᴡɪʀʟs ᴏғ Bʟᴜᴇ ᴀɴᴅ Gʀᴇᴇɴ::.. [PᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴛOɴᴇ & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ]

Her breathing was quick and shallow, her head spinning from lack of oxygen she was having a panic attack. She placed her palms on her face to feel that her skin was boiling as her blood pressure levels were high and rising. It would be wise to calm down since she was already stricken with trauma. Anymore and she might just vomit. The steps creaked and moaned out as someone was approaching her room, the echoing sounds growing louder as he came closer. She ceased all actions and stared intently at the doorway to catch a glimpse of the figure that had brought her captive here. It was a tall and bulky male with sharpened facial features. Honestly, he didnt look too much different than herself but he lacked the symbol on his forehead while hers glowed like the moonlight. He was speaking in a language she had no idea, giving him an awkward expression as she tried to pinpoint what he was saying with his body language. As he closed the space between them she tensed up, digging herself deep into the chair she sat in to get away from him. His speed was quick as he grabbed her arm and worked on the IV and she would wince in anticipation to the harsh pain of the needle but it didnt hurt when he had pulled it out. Perhaps he was jibber-jabbing about that just before. The cup of tea sitting beside the night stand steamed from the warm temperatures, the scent of Jasmine coating the air. It was soothing, calming. Just what was it? Cleptsii would soon figure it out once the creature placed it into the palm of her hand, her fingers curling around the cup in response. His mouth started moving, talking more nonsense that she couldnt comprehend but she knew he was talking about the object he had placed in her hand. It looked similar to Ghuki on her home planet, a beverage in celebration of occasions, but would it taste like it? Bringing the cup up to her lips the steam entered into her flared nostrils, already reassuring her from the sweet scent. Blowing gently, she tipped the cup to gently sip at the liquid, letting it glide on her taste buds before tapping her tongue on her palate to get a good taste. It was very delectable, causing her to sip on it some more as she continued to keep her blue irises on the male in the room. There he goes, talking nonsense again. Doesnt he understand she doesnt know what he is saying? He pointed to where the needle was on his own arm and he patted his stomach. What was the reference? She had grown tired of guessing what he was speaking about and decided to take matters into her own. Her strength regained, it wasnt much but it was enough to get out of her seat. She didnt know the term of personal space and closely got up into his face, the tips of their noses almost touching each other. Her eyes as blue as the ocean simmered as if sequins were spilled inside, skated along his body to inspect the details. Her dainty fingertips touched his biceps, dancing them downwards to that dip and furthermore to the back of his hand. She lifted his hand up towards her face, his pointer finger sprawled outwards for her to see. Pressing the finger onto her rosy pink lips, she would part them to gently nip at the calloused skin similar to a diabetic needle to test the glucose level, drawing blood before he would more than likely draw back from the stimuli reaction. She rolled his blood onto her palate, soaking in the white blood cells for DNA purposes due to red blood cells not carrying any form of DNA. Clearing her throat, she would finally speak up. What are you? Pretty straightforward and random, right? Out of all of the greetings she could have bestowed on him it was that one. Her title, the Celestial Traveler, were granted a special trait for their travels being able to speak in their language all by taking a small amount of their blood and extracting the white blood cells onto her palate that was designed for it.