Tell that to the teeth that find your throat. ( Deimos responds to her comment about overkill.
she's not... entirely wrong, though. there was no need to enjoy the slaughter that much. but it had been days since a real fight since before his arrival. it set his nerves on fire. a fire that could only be doused by the warm bathing of blood. he'd have preferred the blood of something less bestial-
stop. not now.
he nods his head, and with a bloody hand grabs for the one of hers that's not grasping the wand. her hand is almost tiny and delicate in his own. ) Then together. ( he nods as he pulls her along towards the sounds of safety. )
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she's not... entirely wrong, though. there was no need to enjoy the slaughter that much. but it had been days since a real fight since before his arrival. it set his nerves on fire. a fire that could only be doused by the warm bathing of blood. he'd have preferred the blood of something less bestial-
stop. not now.
he nods his head, and with a bloody hand grabs for the one of hers that's not grasping the wand. her hand is almost tiny and delicate in his own. ) Then together. ( he nods as he pulls her along towards the sounds of safety. )