the girl beside him is — to danny's knowledge — a stranger, his miniature shadow in all black barely tall enough to clear his shoulder, staring sulkily at their bound wrists. if looks could kill or set shit on fire, they'd either be free by now or she'd be lugging around an oversized corpse, burnt to a well-done crisp.
danny gives her a second, on the off-chance she really can set shit on fire with a brimstone glare. no such luck. he pulls forward, his little shadow lagging behind him like a glitchy tv screen, tugged in line by the ribbon around their wrists pulling taut. on a small table, danny lays out their hands side-by-side, pinky kissing pinky, and with his free hand unstraps a bone white knife from a beat-up leather holster on his thigh. god's knife, god's hand. god's little blood bag here to spill blood, even if it's his own, especially if it's his own.
the knife's toothy, jagged blade dents into the junction between his wrist and the top of his hand, curved kitten claw hugging his tattooed skin above the ribbon, like it was made to take hands.
fruits of labour
the girl beside him is — to danny's knowledge — a stranger, his miniature shadow in all black barely tall enough to clear his shoulder, staring sulkily at their bound wrists. if looks could kill or set shit on fire, they'd either be free by now or she'd be lugging around an oversized corpse, burnt to a well-done crisp.
danny gives her a second, on the off-chance she really can set shit on fire with a brimstone glare. no such luck. he pulls forward, his little shadow lagging behind him like a glitchy tv screen, tugged in line by the ribbon around their wrists pulling taut. on a small table, danny lays out their hands side-by-side, pinky kissing pinky, and with his free hand unstraps a bone white knife from a beat-up leather holster on his thigh. god's knife, god's hand. god's little blood bag here to spill blood, even if it's his own, especially if it's his own.
the knife's toothy, jagged blade dents into the junction between his wrist and the top of his hand, curved kitten claw hugging his tattooed skin above the ribbon, like it was made to take hands.
danny looks at her sideways and smiles. )
You wanna do the honors, or should I?