[ a bitter truth, metallic on her tongue. it's the only answer she can give while they weave through the crowd. she does not know if the scream she hears is imagined or true, only that it is better to never find out. once they make it some distance from the feast, she slows and hushes, ]
Our hosts have a taste for tricks. [ she does not speak ill of them lightly, when they hold power over her and all who inhabit the manor. ] The food may be flesh, or it may not, but they anointed the...powerful among us for a reason. And those at the head of the table do feast on blood to survive.
[ not a wholesale condemnation of them, when she has not had time to assess their complicity (and so many of them stoke fondness in her chest). ]
no subject
[ a bitter truth, metallic on her tongue. it's the only answer she can give while they weave through the crowd. she does not know if the scream she hears is imagined or true, only that it is better to never find out. once they make it some distance from the feast, she slows and hushes, ]
Our hosts have a taste for tricks. [ she does not speak ill of them lightly, when they hold power over her and all who inhabit the manor. ] The food may be flesh, or it may not, but they anointed the...powerful among us for a reason. And those at the head of the table do feast on blood to survive.
[ not a wholesale condemnation of them, when she has not had time to assess their complicity (and so many of them stoke fondness in her chest). ]