But because he was him and not the cautionary him that she had tried to warn away, he persisted in fumbling around for a little while. And then and only then drew his hand back out.
Red.
Yeah. That's what he figured. She might be well on her way to getting slicked up but what he'd felt was too much too soon.
"So there'll be blood on the altar after all. I hope the gods will be pleased. Don't you?"
He traced a meaningless symbol (meaningless, yes, but let her wonder if it wasn't otherwise) on the side of the altar and licked off the back of his knuckles. Be careful: he's got a taste for flesh and blood now.
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But because he was him and not the cautionary him that she had tried to warn away, he persisted in fumbling around for a little while. And then and only then drew his hand back out.
Red.
Yeah. That's what he figured. She might be well on her way to getting slicked up but what he'd felt was too much too soon.
"So there'll be blood on the altar after all. I hope the gods will be pleased. Don't you?"
He traced a meaningless symbol (meaningless, yes, but let her wonder if it wasn't otherwise) on the side of the altar and licked off the back of his knuckles. Be careful: he's got a taste for flesh and blood now.