Micheal? What a handsome name~ but I wonder if it belongs to a handsome face, too. May I take a look, just a peek~ (@Ask-the-entiddy)
The Shape breathes heavily, if anger could take on the form of exhaled breath, his own would be it. He simply stares back, his usual compulsion to kill is, once more, strangely supressed. He simply cannot muster it in him to thrust his blade forward.Instead, unusually, he steps forward. Not his usual march of death, a simple - daunting - soft step towards her. The gap between them closed and now they stood face to face.The warm, orange, gleam that radiated from her natural beauty left the slightest flash of what could lie underneath the mask, a beam of lighting reflecting off the blinded, gouged, eye - a memoir of his previous obsession. His new obsession certainly left a different impression.Were her hand to even slightly wriggle it’s way close to his mask, Michael would clasp his own fist around her wrist and pin it in place - offering the answer to her question; “Just a peek?” A silent but deafening - “No.” This was the Shape’s face and what lied beneath was the decaying notion of humanity. His cold thoughts are caught off guard by a sudden rising steam of vulnerability. She had no pretentions of humanity either, maybe- He resolves himself, no. No. No.@ask-the-entiddy
