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[halfmoon]

Who: Makoto Yuuki & others [closed]
*** This is for pre-plotted threads, but anyone is welcome to contact me if they would like a thread with Makoto! lazdo
When: August 15 (Full Moon)
Where: Around the city
What: Makoto's first full moon brings with it some uncomfortable changes.
Warnings: suggestive sexual themes in threads with Fuuka and Iramaat, NSFW in thread with Eren

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[eyesees]

Fuuka takes a slow breath when he presses her hand against his face, her heart hammering in her chest. He isn't usually this forward, and that should raise at least a few red flags. But it's the way that he says her name that sends her reeling. He's afraid...

Tentatively, she fans her fingers out, so that his can rest between them. She has no idea what he must be going through. How can she comfort him? She wants to comfort him, ease his mind of any fears he has.

Fuuka shakes her head slightly. "I don't think you're scary. I'm not afraid. I could never be afraid of you, no matter what happens." Although, imagining things in his head... No, that's not the focus here. She has to do something for him. Something that would assuage his fears. Focus on him.

"Is there anything I can do?" If he's too afraid to leave his room, wouldn't it make sense to bring him what he needs? But she doesn't want to leave him.

[halfmoon]

She's not afraid. She wants to help.

Staring deeply into her eyes, he pulls on their interlocked hands, trying to draw her closer to him. Makoto was vaguely aware of how wrong this is, how genuine his fear of hurting his friends is and how clearly amorous and flirtatious his behavior is, but the desire for some relief for his cravings is at the forefront of his mind.

If only he could convince himself and Fuuka to let him do this, then the urge would go away. At this point, he'd already convinced himself, and without even realizing it, he'd used a new and untapped power to make it that much easier.

"Yeah," he mumbles. "Come here. Sit next to me."

[eyesees]

Sit next to him.

He doesn't have to try hard to make Fuuka move, her eyes locked on him as she takes a seat beside him. He wants her to be close, so that is exactly where she will be. He's afraid of what he's becoming, and if she will do anything to dispell those fears that run rampant through his mind.

Makoto will always be Makoto—no matter what's happening to him. She doesn't have to worry what might happen.

Her feet dangling off the side of the bed, she turns to face him, both hands held in his. "...Like this?" She asks quietly, almost expectantly.

[halfmoon]

"Yeah."

Still gazing at her, he leans in close and brings a hand up to her chin. Unmistakably, the gesture looks identical to an attempt to kiss her, but instead, he tips her chip backwards and shifts his attention to her neck.

Just beneath her turtleneck is that throat that'd looked so tantalizing a minute earlier. All he had to do is reach up, pull it down and bite. Finally, he'd get the thing he'd really wanted this whole thing - it won't just cover up the desire the same way raw meat did. Just reach up, expose her neck...

It's so easy, but something is stopping him. He thinks back to those beautiful scales she showed him. She's turning into something. Makoto is, too...

Wait. No. What the hell is he doing? He blinks and falters. In his head, his true self debates with the vampire, but he doesn't say a word.

[eyesees]

Why is it so difficult for her to focus..?

Her shoulders rise slowly as he brings a hand to her chin, a blush rising to her cheeks and spreading to her ears. She closes her eyes out of instinct, held there in suspense, while in the back of her mind, trapped behind a wall of haze, panic begins to build. Something feels wrong about this, but she can't place what, the answer shrouded behind an impenetrable fog.

"... Makoto-kun?" She asks tentatively, her heart still racing in her chest. It's hard to say whether it's the anticipation of what's coming next or fight-or-flight trying to kick in that's the cause.

[halfmoon]

The vampire inside him is losing. Gently, slowly, his had lets go of Fuuka's chin and he leans backwards. This is crazy. What is he doing? How is she just letting him do it? That isn't like her. The kindness, that part is - but Fuuka is the person they all relied on to point out what they can't see, to be objective and smart. Wouldn't she have said something by now?

"I'm..." he begins, but his voice is quivering and uneasy. The intense desire to snatch her and bite into her skin is still here, but now he's keenly aware of it. It's the full moons. That's what this is.

"Sorry," he stammers as he scrambles off the bed. He walks over to a coat rack in the corner of the room, where his cloak is hanging, and swings it around his shoulders. "Sorry, Fuuka. I've got to go. I - this isn't your fault, alright?"