"They can." Fingers laced, all contrasts. "Peyote's been used for thousands of years in religious practices for a reason. But you can also just see funny colors and fall asleep."
Deana might be seeing some funny colors right now. She's noticed the ceiling.
"It'd be an interesting experiment. See if a vampire's reaction can be deliberately curated by selecting a donor experiencing what they'd like to experience in turn."
An interesting experiment that would require a truly staggering amount of drugs and worrying number of vanished mortals. Daniel's pretty sure he could easily get volunteers if they thought they'd live - people are freaks, he's one of them - but asking an impaired monster to refrain from draining a victim to the point of death isn't practical.
"You know, for the vampire scientific digest I'm eventually going to publish."
Imagine.
The woman ends up consuming all of the mushrooms left to her with little prompting— much less effort than it had taken to direct her here. She's eager to sever herself from her own mind and turn off the torrent of stress. There's an answer in here. Daniel eventually sits next to her, and she asks quietly what the pills are. He tells her, and she takes them without prompting. There is a serenity to her that wasn't there when she arrived. She fantasizes that she'll wake up on the other side of this as someone completely different, and the drugs tell her that she will. She'll understand any minute now.
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Deana might be seeing some funny colors right now. She's noticed the ceiling.
"It'd be an interesting experiment. See if a vampire's reaction can be deliberately curated by selecting a donor experiencing what they'd like to experience in turn."
An interesting experiment that would require a truly staggering amount of drugs and worrying number of vanished mortals. Daniel's pretty sure he could easily get volunteers if they thought they'd live - people are freaks, he's one of them - but asking an impaired monster to refrain from draining a victim to the point of death isn't practical.
"You know, for the vampire scientific digest I'm eventually going to publish."
Imagine.
The woman ends up consuming all of the mushrooms left to her with little prompting— much less effort than it had taken to direct her here. She's eager to sever herself from her own mind and turn off the torrent of stress. There's an answer in here. Daniel eventually sits next to her, and she asks quietly what the pills are. He tells her, and she takes them without prompting. There is a serenity to her that wasn't there when she arrived. She fantasizes that she'll wake up on the other side of this as someone completely different, and the drugs tell her that she will. She'll understand any minute now.