[The people in the coven are soft. Too soft. No matter how many times she pricks at them, no matter how many times she bites, there is always someone there to offer forgiveness. Carmilla can bark all she likes. In the end, she knows that there is an idiot to pull her back from the brink, a refuge she doesn't deserve from the loneliness she aggressively plants around herself in an effort to remain untouched.
Yes. No one can touch her without her permission. Not emotionally, not physically. She is a symbol just as much as she is a monster. The noblewoman, the idol, a thing that has been elevated above typical humans. That is why, when Vidar bites back she is astounded. A choked and surprised sound slips out of her. His presence explodes over her - large, muscular, furious - penning her in with no easy way out. He is close. Not touching, but close. It's enough for her to feel each angry pulse in the palm of his hand and how dare he touch her, this common man who denied her prestige, this swine of the lowest blood, this NOBODY, how dare he HOW DARE HE--!]
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Yes. No one can touch her without her permission. Not emotionally, not physically. She is a symbol just as much as she is a monster. The noblewoman, the idol, a thing that has been elevated above typical humans. That is why, when Vidar bites back she is astounded. A choked and surprised sound slips out of her. His presence explodes over her - large, muscular, furious - penning her in with no easy way out. He is close. Not touching, but close. It's enough for her to feel each angry pulse in the palm of his hand and how dare he touch her, this common man who denied her prestige, this swine of the lowest blood, this NOBODY, how dare he HOW DARE HE--!]