Eurydice
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The saving grace here is that his body is already taking over and he doesn't have to do any thinking beyond watching to make sure she doesn't plunge a knife into his gut or pull a gun. She's been bitten and underneath the heat she's very cold, but once she was stunningly beautiful and a ghost of it remains.
He grips her by the shoulder and turns her to face the wall, and when he gets up close behind her he smells the mustiness of something ancient which has been left empty and alone for a long time.
Christ, I'm fucking a corpse, he thinks hysterically, and then his hand takes her wrist and his other closes roughly on her breast over her dress and he tries very hard not to think about anything else.
The saving grace here is that his body is already taking over and he doesn't have to do any thinking beyond watching to make sure she doesn't plunge a knife into his gut or pull a gun. She's been bitten and underneath the heat she's very cold, but once she was stunningly beautiful and a ghost of it remains.
He grips her by the shoulder and turns her to face the wall, and when he gets up close behind her he smells the mustiness of something ancient which has been left empty and alone for a long time.
Christ, I'm fucking a corpse, he thinks hysterically, and then his hand takes her wrist and his other closes roughly on her breast over her dress and he tries very hard not to think about anything else.