His laughter held a bit of a mocking tone to it, and after it had left him his features were once again eerily stoic. “No,” it was a lie — he was fucking exhausted, but if he were to win … whatever this was and see if she was in fact, a threat, he would never admit that to her.
She’s taken aback by his sudden change in demeanour, but what seemed to bother her more was the way he reverted into that rigid state. Interesting. But there was no doubt in her mind that he was tired, “Then I shall leave you to rest, Royal Achilles. I thank you for your hospitality.”
[ the feeling of fingers on his scars are relaxing, but alarming all the same ] “Who are you?”
me wonderin why toast come out of a toaster but bagel dont come out of a bagelster
This creature is the bringer of death. He will never eat, he will never sleep, he will never stop.
"…And you got some great compliments about what a pretty girl you are."