[ marduk stares at her long and hard, the muscles in his jaw working even as he stays quiet. he can feel when he finally pierces the skin, there, and takes that as his cue to release her; he yanks his hand away from hers with a low growl, claws catching enough to let out more of what passes for her blood before they separate from her wrist entirely.
his fingers are going to be cold for the rest of the night, he thinks. marduk stands there still, gazing at seviilia, unmoving though he's let her go. ]
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his fingers are going to be cold for the rest of the night, he thinks. marduk stands there still, gazing at seviilia, unmoving though he's let her go. ]