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[fitzroyal]

Sometime in the middle of the night, Henry is sitting at a typewriter he gained before the plothole checked out and typing rapidly. He stops abruptly and leans back, frowning. Though he'd never admit it, he's almost certainly a little put-out. He hasn't hunted for days, and fed in even longer, and while he's not unwell yet, it isn't pleasant at all

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[i_flynomore]

Might as well see Lynette, then!

who is rooting furiously through a kitchen drawer looking for a tool she doesn't have. The Mansion isn't producing any more, and she needs it.

[fitzroyal]

He pauses at the sound of someone digging through a drawer and moves toward the kitchen, watching Lynette with curiosity. The strange girl he met upon first arriving, that's right. He hunts down her name. "You're up late, Lynette."

[i_flynomore]

Lynette looks at him unhappily. "Yes, ser."

[fitzroyal]

"Looking for something?"

[phedre_25]

She walks slowly in the corridor to her room. Phedre is a bit restless - unnerved would be more correct. Melisande's attraction on her does trouble her more than she would ever own. The room is located, and she presses her hand to the handle.

A man, her neighbour, mayhap, is exiting. "Oh, good night, M'Lord," she says with a little curtsy.

[fitzroyal]

Henry's eyes flick to her - dark, nearly black eyes with the prevailing hunger - and he twitches toward her but turns the motion into a bow. "My lady," he says in a smooth, slightly dangerous voice, unable to completely hide the Prince of Darkness face. "Good night."

[phedre_25]

"Sweet Naamah," she whispers. His eyes. What, or who is this? She freezes - it is the anguissette in her calling, rather than anything else. He exudes danger and dominance, even if he tries not to.

[fitzroyal]

He takes a deep breath, trying to regain himself, but instead gathers in a deep breath of her bloodscent. He takes an involuntary step toward her, the scent sharp against his hunger. "Lady," he says in a softer, more dangerous, voice, trying to will himself away until he looks in her eyes - and sees the response there.

The hunger that surges then is twofold.