Aether letting his blood be drunk by others?
Wasn't it dangerous, perhaps even fatal, to allow someone else to taste something so deeply tied to his existence, his lineage, his will?
Well, it had been dangerous once and, in truth, it still was.
Yet everything changed after Aether began sensing his blood not as a passive substance but as something bound to his consciousness. Aether started to control his blood, connecting through his consciousness many times. Aether slowly started to understand how his blood worked... and no, he couldn't control his entire bloodline ability.
It was not something he could regulate gently.
Like either 0 or 100!
When Aether was wounded, when blood spilled from torn flesh and broken skin, that blood was nothing more than blood. It carried no intent, no power, no authority. It flowed and soaked and dried like any other.
