#98:“Don’t scream. Don’t move.”
HE SPEAKS IN LILAC, gentle murmur rolling from softlips so cushioned that it could cradle someone to sleep. And yet such eerinessarriving with it; forefinger and thumb lightly gripping the other’s chin,running slowly against unkempt stubble. Golden hues are fixated upon the other,studying with half-lidded eyes the knelt-down figure in front of him, lightlytrailing skilled fingers up towards Shōta’s temple, and then to jet-black lockswaved over his features. “This isonly going to hurt for a moment; you know that well, don’t you? You’ve lost fartoo much blood today to properly operate for a while, and I’d rather not haveyou enduring fainting spells again.”
His fingers lightly entangle themselves within his company’s hair, rather similar to if one were giving affection to a domesticated animal; idle fidgeting, but devoid of much intimacy. “After this, you can have a few days’ rest. I’vebusiness to take care of outside of the precinct – but you’ve done well for me,Shōta. Your own blood is helping us progress these bullets quicker than even Ianticipated; you’d ought to be proud of yourself.” A merciful hand slips away from the other’s hair, and he standsstraight, rolling his shoulders yet never minding the usually-so-hunchedposture that he is in, much similar to a vulture peering down uponslowly-simmering carrion. His head cocks as he speaks, thumb gliding towardsthe mouth of a latex glove before slowly peeling it down, revealing such deathlyhands, fingers that are far more akin to reaper’s claws than anything evenmoderately human.
“Close your eyes,” he offers, and even though his volume is soft, golden hues do not offer an ounce of sympathy, fire lapping at his irisespiercing enough to cremate.Advised not from experience, but observation; the girl always tends to squeeze her eyes shut during times like these, as if temporary blindness would shield her from whatever physical repercussion that threatens to plague her. Ever so naïve, yet it’s far better than the worthlesssquirming she’d occasionally attempt to resist with.
“—I’d imagine it’s easier to bear that way.”
