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Title: Noble is His Violence
Author: deathofletters
Fandom: Harry Potter
Claim: Fenrir Greyback
Word: Ersatz
Disclaimer: Not mine, and I make no money writing this.
The carpet tastes of dust and old blood; he presses his lips there - his tongue smeared with color, pink and cotton-fiber blue. Rain sounds like fat frying on the tin roof pop pop pop. Fenrir knows no gentle sounds - has happily forgot - won’t compare rain to rice or pebbles or sand through a sieve. His teeth itch and he must taste this: not old blood dried in a dirty carpet but young blood and thin skin and sweet fat. The moon trembles through his veins and he smiles - smooth lines and sharp edges and I’ve let the wolf in, yeah.
Author: deathofletters
Fandom: Harry Potter
Claim: Fenrir Greyback
Word: Ersatz
Disclaimer: Not mine, and I make no money writing this.
The carpet tastes of dust and old blood; he presses his lips there - his tongue smeared with color, pink and cotton-fiber blue. Rain sounds like fat frying on the tin roof pop pop pop. Fenrir knows no gentle sounds - has happily forgot - won’t compare rain to rice or pebbles or sand through a sieve. His teeth itch and he must taste this: not old blood dried in a dirty carpet but young blood and thin skin and sweet fat. The moon trembles through his veins and he smiles - smooth lines and sharp edges and I’ve let the wolf in, yeah.