[ Humid air whistles and wheezes gruff through a flex and fan of the gills in question: impatience rife in a flint and steel side-eye to match. But everything about him is too worn down and damp to take a spark, down to the soul, and he’s left to do as he’s told.
Resistance in this context is too petty to hold meaning. He looks at her, bloodless and bald and blinking often against the shower he’s still propped beneath. There are scars nicked in his scalp and around his mouth.
Unsurprising, all things considered.
Especially when he says, with no break in affect: ]
no subject
Resistance in this context is too petty to hold meaning. He looks at her, bloodless and bald and blinking often against the shower he’s still propped beneath. There are scars nicked in his scalp and around his mouth.
Unsurprising, all things considered.
Especially when he says, with no break in affect: ]
They’re growing on me.