Einith
Girhoe doesn’t leave my side the whole two weeks and in those weeks, we resided in his room and nowhere else. During those two weeks, something just woke inside Girhoe that was close to animalistic. Both for carnal desires and food. He just seems hungry to live with a feeling and sensitive body that still marvels me on how it functions since I’ve seen him bleed but it’s not what you expect blood to be.
His is for the most part is black and has the consistency of tar. I once bit him during one of our marathons of s*x and the taste of his blood is strangely coppery and sweet at the same time. It was odd, but what’s odder is how Girhoe eats when someone send us food. He makes sure to feed me first and once I’m done he eats like an animal who is carb loading. He chews once and swallo
