[ enough ] your muse commanding mine to stop talking .
⑊ * ⟨ ❥ NON - SEXUAL ACTS OF DOMINANCE .
eric’s only half – listening , catches maybe every other word of the endless tirade. PROBABLY LESS. still 𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚 maintains his composure , entertains the idea that he gives two shits when there are burning questions on his mind & beasts whispering ———— taunting from the shadows ; two birds , one knife. IT’S NOTHING PERSONAL just a glaring lack of faith in a justice system that failed him for the last time ( that allowed an angel’s tormentors to go unpunished ) but he’s never known a cop to be so persistent. would be ADMIRABLE if it didn’t threaten his own agenda. figures he must’ve gotten sloppy in more ways than one ( a mangled trail of bodies like scattered breadcrumbs ) else he wouldn’t be here : in a dingy alleyway home to worse vermin than rats , interrupting mid - hunt.
a caw overhead draws his attention entirely & eric heeds the warning ; can hear muted footfalls & raucous laughter echoing through inhuman ears. THEY’RE ALONE BUT NOT FOR LONG. a single digit raises to black matte lips , head inclined towards their impending company & when the noise reaches them at last eric uses the distraction to slip into the shadows , parting with a resounding bout of laughter.
