( her fingers trip over the stairs of his knuckles. like missing a step, her stomach free-falls. alina's half-convinced it wants to eject itself from her body — or maybe that's only her, wanting to viciously peel off her own skin, when she considers the answer to that question.
she's turned it over and over in her mind. autopsied it. dissected it. examined it thoroughly, and come away with no other explanation than the obvious, morbid one danny had given her: because he had wanted to. because it's in his nature. a wolf would never waste the blood and bowels of a good meal — but calling danny a beast is an insult to animal instinct. he's something altogether worse, driven by a need of a different kind, a stricter appetite.
alina swallows, throat seizing in tight spasms. when the words finally crawl onto her tongue, there's an eerie blankness behind them, trying to disconnect herself from the disgust that roils in her stomach. )
For pleasure. ( hatred would be easier to stomach. an artistic lust for the vision he'd made of her, painted in the splatter of her own blood, is — nauseating. alina drops august hand, suddenly, a dizzy pulse of vertigo in her skull, nostrils flaring around the smell of copper in the air. ) Sorry. I — can you bandage them yourself?
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she's turned it over and over in her mind. autopsied it. dissected it. examined it thoroughly, and come away with no other explanation than the obvious, morbid one danny had given her: because he had wanted to. because it's in his nature. a wolf would never waste the blood and bowels of a good meal — but calling danny a beast is an insult to animal instinct. he's something altogether worse, driven by a need of a different kind, a stricter appetite.
alina swallows, throat seizing in tight spasms. when the words finally crawl onto her tongue, there's an eerie blankness behind them, trying to disconnect herself from the disgust that roils in her stomach. )
For pleasure. ( hatred would be easier to stomach. an artistic lust for the vision he'd made of her, painted in the splatter of her own blood, is — nauseating. alina drops august hand, suddenly, a dizzy pulse of vertigo in her skull, nostrils flaring around the smell of copper in the air. ) Sorry. I — can you bandage them yourself?