Re: Island: Janus/Atticus
As soon as Atticus started shuffling over in the sand, the demon paused to put his right hand in the fire and scoop up some ashes. He rubbed these on his palms like they were about to partake in a tasty meal. Near enough, Janus took Atticus' hands in his, whichever way they were offered. It was only the contact he needed. "What you dream about last? Someplace good?"