Re: Elevator: Inside [Increasing violence]
The rasp meant to be a laugh fell between them. The way he curled, attempted to protect himself. Wasn't it adorable. Wasn't it quaint, the thought that she could be so easily fended off. But that wing - oh, that wing, it caught her attention again with its flutter and stretch. Her eyes left his face to linger on the almost pristine paper.
"Why should I stop there?" Her fingers curled, rough edges pressing to the skin of his neck, blunt where claws would be sharp, but she used her weight to put force behind them, bruisingly heavy instead of cutting. "You are damaged and ruined. Imperfect. You no longer deserve to live if you insist to be so lacking." Her free hand came up to join the first, fingers turning and spreading to encircle, to lean heavy and tight.