" I’d never been so happy as that moment… as I held hands with death, " said @corvidxe
" Truly? " His voice comes as a sharp edge cutting expertly through the darkness, seeking purchase on bared flesh before it; a low, sibilant inquiry.
There might have been a grin somewhere, stitched into the corners of his lips. Hidden away in the cascade of darkness, the only thing to come forth was the curl of his pointer finger. Its hooked claw clips beneath the silver chain wreathed around Medea's neck, keratin feeling along the links, slowly && deliberately lifting it away from the breast it rested on.
" Would you seek it again? " he asks, riveted by the possibility, " would you capture Death's hand and refuse to relinquish it a second time? "
Lightless eyes amorously inspect the woman's jewelry, as if it were a passing interest; a way to capture her attention totally as he spoke to her.