He didn't answer, he only licked his lips and smiled. And wasn't there something voracious in the gesture, wasn't there something of the wolf before or after the kill, something of the wolf licking his chops.
He'd draw a whole meaningless circle around them--marks on the four edges, marks in the corners, lines to circumscribe the space in this dark and cold room.
But he'd need more if he was going to make so many marks as that (if he was). So he moved to touch her again.
She, at least, was certainly warm--inside, if not outside. The chill hadn't reached so deep yet.
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Date: 2013-05-17 07:47 pm (UTC)He'd draw a whole meaningless circle around them--marks on the four edges, marks in the corners, lines to circumscribe the space in this dark and cold room.
But he'd need more if he was going to make so many marks as that (if he was). So he moved to touch her again.
She, at least, was certainly warm--inside, if not outside. The chill hadn't reached so deep yet.