Eyes widen when the glass shatters across the hard line of the bar top’s edge, leaving glittering shards that reflect fractals back like grounded, artificial starlight. But such a sight is not so ethereal as to garner the whole of the dhampir's attention, and he looks obliquely at her, the weight of what is soon inbound feeling like a strange pressure forming in the space between them.
Benefactors come to collect the rest of an unfinished obligation, drawn-up in blood. Because of course it would be that.
Sibilant air hisses out from between gleaming teeth, a sort of half-sigh of exasperation.]
I should leave, yes.
[He should. A part of him is already dictating that he get up and walk out the door, leaving whatever bloodied mess is sure to come behind. Her problems were not his own; her tendency to leave a job unfinished, whatever it might be, has no bearing on him.
And yet.
The principle of the thing, and maybe something more. Maybe a twitch in his muscles, a curious want to see how it plays out, to see if that glass shard she’s tucked away, hidden in cloth, might find itself embedded in skin. If she might find herself in over her head, and what to do then?]
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Eyes widen when the glass shatters across the hard line of the bar top’s edge, leaving glittering shards that reflect fractals back like grounded, artificial starlight. But such a sight is not so ethereal as to garner the whole of the dhampir's attention, and he looks obliquely at her, the weight of what is soon inbound feeling like a strange pressure forming in the space between them.
Benefactors come to collect the rest of an unfinished obligation, drawn-up in blood. Because of course it would be that.
Sibilant air hisses out from between gleaming teeth, a sort of half-sigh of exasperation.]
I should leave, yes.
[He should. A part of him is already dictating that he get up and walk out the door, leaving whatever bloodied mess is sure to come behind. Her problems were not his own; her tendency to leave a job unfinished, whatever it might be, has no bearing on him.
And yet.
The principle of the thing, and maybe something more. Maybe a twitch in his muscles, a curious want to see how it plays out, to see if that glass shard she’s tucked away, hidden in cloth, might find itself embedded in skin. If she might find herself in over her head, and what to do then?]
...But I want to finish my sludge.