i've got this feeling, and i've got this shovel
between me and you you're in a lot of trouble
between me and you you're in a lot of trouble
His sudden ferocity doesn't match the pallor of his skin, but she can't find any other reasoning for his behavior. Not even the spines are disturbed on the entry table, which her eyes immediately fly to. Frowning, she considers still attempting to utilize her healing magic - but her distraction is all the opening he needs to lunge for her, dagger swiping and cutting horizontally across her extended forearm. Staggering backward with a shout of surprise that turns into a hiss of pain, she claps her hand instinctively over the wound to exert pressure and skirts further away from him - closer to the door.
"What the fuck, George!" It's the snarl of a wounded animal, but not yet a cornered one. She doesn't want to hurt him; something about this seems wrong. No matter how easily she could disarm him, it would come at the cost of hurting him, and part of her recoils at the idea of him hating her. Still, she waves her hand and sparks the intrinsic static electricity on his body into a pointed shock, hoping to snap him out of it.
"What the fuck, George!" It's the snarl of a wounded animal, but not yet a cornered one. She doesn't want to hurt him; something about this seems wrong. No matter how easily she could disarm him, it would come at the cost of hurting him, and part of her recoils at the idea of him hating her. Still, she waves her hand and sparks the intrinsic static electricity on his body into a pointed shock, hoping to snap him out of it.
because it's not murder if i bury you alive
HOTARU
