Okay, I have to quote. It's too good. It was more a relief than anything. It had felt good, doing it - felt good to see them writhe and scream and twist in helpless agony. Their blood had gone down like honey - like opium and applejack and he still felt drunk - felt clean, finally. Felt whole. *Washed in the blood.* And. He went slowly into his bedroom, exhaustion like lead in his marrow - like chains, weighing him down. And stopped, staring. There was long, low hump in his bed, and as he watched it moved - turned. Xander raised a bed-tousled head, looking blearily at him. Amber-rose light through the blinds, anise-sweet scent in the air. Sweet smile on Xander's face. You have such a beautifully quiet way with description. It just hums along for me. Especially in this piece. I know I've said it before, but your writing is Lush. And I love it. *smooch*
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It was more a relief than anything. It had felt good, doing it - felt good to see them writhe and scream and twist in helpless agony. Their blood had gone down like honey - like opium and applejack and he still felt drunk - felt clean, finally. Felt whole. *Washed in the blood.*
And.
He went slowly into his bedroom, exhaustion like lead in his marrow - like chains, weighing him down. And stopped, staring. There was long, low hump in his bed, and as he watched it moved - turned. Xander raised a bed-tousled head, looking blearily at him. Amber-rose light through the blinds, anise-sweet scent in the air. Sweet smile on Xander's face.
You have such a beautifully quiet way with description. It just hums along for me. Especially in this piece. I know I've said it before, but your writing is Lush. And I love it.
*smooch*