(( Cont. With @mgicunleashed From X ))
A turn of a events like this were really what had nailed in the facts; had he not addressed what she was unfortunate enough to bear witness to- she may have not mentioned it altogether. Superstition was as much of a reality as astrology. Nothing but coincidences backed by testimonies that provide the same amount of evidence as your average anecdote. In fact, the very moment she had seen the horns shifting, the doctor was already listing off every and any possibility to justify the sight.
The lighting was darkened already, with the open window providing just as much lighting as the nightstand lamp. Perhaps those factors alone could have explained the grayish tone in his skin. His mouth was quite possibly already open upon her walking in, hence why his fangs seemed so large. Just a trick of the light, is all!
Those horns...
Once again; had nothing been mentioned by him, it wouldn’t have been mentioned by her, either. Her lips would have been sewn tighter than any suture she could have managed, and like everything else that would indicate a fit, it’d be buried away, being utterly useless to dwell on unless it’s in the form of later nightmares.
But now that he had confirmed what she saw- what he had become for that brief moment- there was nothing to bury. Nothing to dismiss and file away. It was real, and that was all the more terrifying than any nightmares the uncertainty would have brought. Her lips part, finding question on top of question being just a tad too stuffed together to ask individually. There is, thankfully, an assurance for the both of them. Something that instills her (admittedly primal) fears and provides the man with a promise.
“Your secret is safe with me.” It’s said with a smile that was worse than forced; it was all around phony. More transparent than a glass panel, it kept its presence through the following question. “Does... Does this affect Genji the same way?”
