Dec 23, 2024
blood that is not his own seeps from between his fingers to his wrist and he can taste it in his mouth, can smell it in the air. dressed in asylum whites, he glances up at @morefearless with both insistence and curiosity.
after all, she'd walked in on the animal she'd personally unleashed, with its victim prone on the ground between them, throat slashed so deep that the meat and sinew and tendons are nearly visible. most don't quite have the stomach for it.
not that it fazes him. because it doesn't.
"--i uh, i think you ought to look away, doctor."