[A few more teeth bare in its smile, more than it should have, as it steps closer in midair, walking easily on threads of slime that leap to support its feet.
(it can feel the cracks in his psyche, the openings for it to slip through like a liquid, grow within until there's a shattering)]
I demand a certain standard of quality from my pets.
[It's close enough, now, that it can hover just over him, and its eyes seem to cut through him, expose him inside.
(what a good noise that was. it wants more)
A tendril slides up, dripping with oil, to caress the side of IV's face, slip down to his neck and down his chest to eat away the fabric of his shirt.]
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Date: 2012-12-20 03:02 pm (UTC)(it can feel the cracks in his psyche, the openings for it to slip through like a liquid, grow within until there's a shattering)]
I demand a certain standard of quality from my pets.
[It's close enough, now, that it can hover just over him, and its eyes seem to cut through him, expose him inside.
(what a good noise that was. it wants more)
A tendril slides up, dripping with oil, to caress the side of IV's face, slip down to his neck and down his chest to eat away the fabric of his shirt.]