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“Bloodmoon?” Sun called out quietly, “I have something for you.”
Stepping into his room Sun glanced around. He was a little tense, expecting to get pounced on. Bloodmoon was smaller than Lunar now, not as dangerous, but at the same time harder to spot. Catching Sun by surprise was one of their favorite pastimes. Only fair considering what Sun did to them.
Sure enough a red blur launched out from under the bed, latching onto Sun’s leg. Sun froze and resisted the instinct to kick them off. Even though they had begun biting now. Great.
“What is it now, Sun?” Bloodmoon eventually growled as they dug their tiny claws into his pants, “Do you finally bring us something fun?”
“I have a treat for you,” Sun shook the thermos he had been carrying.
Bloodmoon immediately let go, looking up with keen interest, “Extra blood?”
Sun shook his head and sat down. There was a brief scowl on their face before they clambered up onto Sun’s lap much like a cat. They did this often ever since Sun got annoyed at it the first few times, but now it was kind of cute?
“See for yourself!” Sun opened the thermos, revealing a warm soup.
Bloodmoon squinted, head cocking to the side confused. They sniffed at it suspiciously then perked up with a gleam of recognition in their eyes. Bloodmoon grabbed the thermos from Sun’s hands.
“Not blood but from a body all the same.” They chirped excitedly before taking a sip of the soup.
Sun held back a laugh, a lot of food could be described that way, but this was different, “It’s bone broth. Seemed like something you would like.”
Bloodmoon was too busy guzzling it down to reply. How they had such a big appetite despite their now small body was a mystery to Sun. At least they seemed to like it, which was good. More inconspicuous than other options, bringing back raw steak unnoticed would be difficult.
Once finished Bloodmoon shoved the empty thermos into Sun’s torso, “Not as good as blood. But we are satisfied for the time being.”
Sun winced at the action, “Hah- good, great. Do you think you can last longer before the next blood bag?”
Bloodmoon twitched and looked away. One of the voices growled at the idea of not getting their blood. The other hummed contemplatively, likely the calmer of the two, Harvest. A nickname given after Sun asked for a way to differentiate them, earning him only a slight insult to his intelligence. The other just went by Bloody.
“Perhaps. We will see, but we make no guarantees.” Harvest answered after a moment.
Noticing the frown on Sun’s face they rolled their eyes, “Not a purposeful slight. Even we grow weary of our bloodlust. Tiring it is!”
Sun hesitated, “Really? But weren’t you made for- “
“We are more than what we were made for!” Bloodmoon snapped. They bristled and snarled up at Sun. “More than what was written by our creator!”
Bloodmoon then jerkily looked away. There was some growling and quiet muttering as the two talked privately. Sun was still, watching them silently as he mulled over what they said. A moment later Bloodmoon suddenly sat up straight, staring at Sun intently.
They gave him a sharp grin, cooing, “Sound familiar, Sun Man?"
Sun’s rays shrunk in at the accusation. His grip on the thermos tightened enough to leave dents. Don’t think about it don’t think about those thoughts he’s still nice and happy and good.
“Off,” Sun commanded in a trembling voice, “Off now.”
A flicker of fear wiped the smug look off Bloodmoon’s face as they quickly scrambled off his lap. They disappeared back under the bed with a hiss. Sun stood up stiffly and haphazardly dropped the thermos on the bed. He ignored Bloodmoon’s hushed conversation and didn’t care about his ripped-up pant leg as he left the room without a word.
Couch tonight it is then.