[In the breath before he does it, she flinches. Then the prick of his nail comes and for a moment she thinks he'll squeeze her jaw clean off.
He doesn't. She has to squeeze her eyes shut when he pats her cheek, cringing at the wetness that spreads around that love tap. Blood is her archenemy. Her kryptonite. She used to faint at the very sight.
Now when she opens her eyes, she's treated to his palm growing a mouth just to lick her blood off his fingers.
If he can hear heartbeats, know that hers stopped in that moment. Toko is pressed as far as she can be into the corner of the booth, but it's not much. They aren't spacious things, and he's so much bigger than her and so very aware of it. What else is he capable of? Oh god, she might puke.
For now she keeps her gaze resolute on the table. The blood is cooling on her face. Her hand twitches, rises to wipe it away.
Falls back down. He might scold her for it. It makes her sick, but she wonders if it's better to just endure it. Unless...would he lick it off her face next time?
Better to just answer his questions for now.]
It...yes. It's boring. [That's not a lie. Well, there are the beasts and such, but the town itself? Its mysteries? It's all musty, dull and depressing stuff. She can appreciate gothic horror on paper, but living through it is a drag.] It r-reeks and the food here is terrible.
[To think she has to lower herself to even ask, but does she want to risk being boring?]
What s-sort of entertainment were you looking for?
[Please....let her job be tame.....Prophets just talk about their gods, don't they?]
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He doesn't. She has to squeeze her eyes shut when he pats her cheek, cringing at the wetness that spreads around that love tap. Blood is her archenemy. Her kryptonite. She used to faint at the very sight.
Now when she opens her eyes, she's treated to his palm growing a mouth just to lick her blood off his fingers.
If he can hear heartbeats, know that hers stopped in that moment. Toko is pressed as far as she can be into the corner of the booth, but it's not much. They aren't spacious things, and he's so much bigger than her and so very aware of it. What else is he capable of? Oh god, she might puke.
For now she keeps her gaze resolute on the table. The blood is cooling on her face. Her hand twitches, rises to wipe it away.
Falls back down. He might scold her for it. It makes her sick, but she wonders if it's better to just endure it. Unless...would he lick it off her face next time?
Better to just answer his questions for now.]
It...yes. It's boring. [That's not a lie. Well, there are the beasts and such, but the town itself? Its mysteries? It's all musty, dull and depressing stuff. She can appreciate gothic horror on paper, but living through it is a drag.] It r-reeks and the food here is terrible.
[To think she has to lower herself to even ask, but does she want to risk being boring?]
What s-sort of entertainment were you looking for?
[Please....let her job be tame.....Prophets just talk about their gods, don't they?]