[As soon as Sunday's teeth sink deep into Aether's neck, he gets a taste of Aether's blood. It's sweet and metallic. Like tasting liquid sunlight. It's utterly... delicious.
A euphoric feeling overcomes Sunday and he starts to drink deeply. The blood floods his mouth, dripping down one side of his lip and down his chin. But he cannot stop. The sweet, delicious taste of Aether's blood is irresistible.
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A euphoric feeling overcomes Sunday and he starts to drink deeply. The blood floods his mouth, dripping down one side of his lip and down his chin. But he cannot stop. The sweet, delicious taste of Aether's blood is irresistible.
Be his now... Little sundrop.]