in his heart, the answer is immediate. yes. this is what he wants so badly. and maybe then it'll be enough for—
for who? for a moment, he's jarred out of his gazing. who was it that told him that he was... a demon? who said... that? he winces against the sudden mismatch of it all, like an chaotic chord being slammed on piano keys.
he turns away and shakes his head. no. focus. marcoh's waiting, probably.
he'll leave this attic behind. more to tell jiaoqiu later.
one last thing: what are the odds that blue's house has a sword anywhere? if time is stopped maybe he can carry one around. if there isn't, he's going to look for a knife in the kitchen... sometimes you get tired of swinging a pole around. ]
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in his heart, the answer is immediate. yes. this is what he wants so badly. and maybe then it'll be enough for—
for who? for a moment, he's jarred out of his gazing. who was it that told him that he was... a demon? who said... that? he winces against the sudden mismatch of it all, like an chaotic chord being slammed on piano keys.
he turns away and shakes his head. no. focus. marcoh's waiting, probably.
he'll leave this attic behind. more to tell jiaoqiu later.
one last thing: what are the odds that blue's house has a sword anywhere? if time is stopped maybe he can carry one around. if there isn't, he's going to look for a knife in the kitchen... sometimes you get tired of swinging a pole around. ]