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Peanut Butter - Fire
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Timeframe : 1279
He’s lying there on the table, the most powerful man she’s ever known, reduced to the same ugly pink hunk of naked flesh as anyone would be in his place. That her moment of triumph has come in the form of just another body - and a particularly unimpressive one at that, what with his bony limbs and pallid skin - is a thought Reida is quick to toss aside.
He’s shivering, even under all the layers of sleep spells she’s thrown his way. Lying there prone on the table, limp as a doll and shuddering like a leaf in the wind. There are seals, painted in henna on his neck, his chest, his arms, all faded beyond use. And one at his hip, still fresh and dark.
She could wait for it to fade, but she’s waited long enough. She licks her lips as she sets her blade against the sigil. She presses just hard enough to break the skin, to let blood well up between the lines. Sethan’s breath barely catches.
“Now you’re mine,” she says, dragging the tip of the knife across the form.
Main entry
Timeframe : 1279
He’s lying there on the table, the most powerful man she’s ever known, reduced to the same ugly pink hunk of naked flesh as anyone would be in his place. That her moment of triumph has come in the form of just another body - and a particularly unimpressive one at that, what with his bony limbs and pallid skin - is a thought Reida is quick to toss aside.
He’s shivering, even under all the layers of sleep spells she’s thrown his way. Lying there prone on the table, limp as a doll and shuddering like a leaf in the wind. There are seals, painted in henna on his neck, his chest, his arms, all faded beyond use. And one at his hip, still fresh and dark.
She could wait for it to fade, but she’s waited long enough. She licks her lips as she sets her blade against the sigil. She presses just hard enough to break the skin, to let blood well up between the lines. Sethan’s breath barely catches.
“Now you’re mine,” she says, dragging the tip of the knife across the form.