[ At the explanation the back of his hands itch, a phantom pain from the sacred tattoos he lost. He hasn't had any need of their protection in two years, and he's left wondering how they might've fared against her probing.
But they're gone, and so it doesn't matter now.
She says part of what she does is out of her control, and he leans again toward believing she's telling the truth along with her intent to do no harm right now. Especially if she has the power to rip whatever she wanted from his head without needing to bother with permission or honesty. He can't help thinking of Lucifer again — not the same exact sensation of being prey in the claws of a bored, caged predator, but rather the power imbalance naturally occurring between them. He doesn't need an apology from her, and in that same vein he won't apologize for his reaction, which continues to manifest as a respectful caution. ]
They claim you when you dreams - [ A forlorn child's voice speaks from somewhere up in the tree branches. The yellow dog remains on the floor, sleeping now. ]
We takes the mirror, even though we don't wants to. We can't gives it back.
[ Peering down is a child-sized skeleton, held together with copper wire in place of muscle and sinew. In its small hand it holds a cracked mirror. She gives off the same signature as the dog, tethered to the domain and its owner. Her thoughts are only erratic flashes of light. Kahlil glances from her to the woman, holding a hand up and speaking quickly in defense of the little skeleton: ]
- she means no harm.
[ She's not real. But it's hard not to think of her as so. ]
no subject
But they're gone, and so it doesn't matter now.
She says part of what she does is out of her control, and he leans again toward believing she's telling the truth along with her intent to do no harm right now. Especially if she has the power to rip whatever she wanted from his head without needing to bother with permission or honesty. He can't help thinking of Lucifer again — not the same exact sensation of being prey in the claws of a bored, caged predator, but rather the power imbalance naturally occurring between them. He doesn't need an apology from her, and in that same vein he won't apologize for his reaction, which continues to manifest as a respectful caution. ]
They claim you when you dreams - [ A forlorn child's voice speaks from somewhere up in the tree branches. The yellow dog remains on the floor, sleeping now. ]
We takes the mirror, even though we don't wants to. We can't gives it back.
[ Peering down is a child-sized skeleton, held together with copper wire in place of muscle and sinew. In its small hand it holds a cracked mirror. She gives off the same signature as the dog, tethered to the domain and its owner. Her thoughts are only erratic flashes of light. Kahlil glances from her to the woman, holding a hand up and speaking quickly in defense of the little skeleton: ]
- she means no harm.
[ She's not real. But it's hard not to think of her as so. ]