[His eyes go to the held out hands, to the gesture and the implication and the eyebrow goes up again. As does his gaze, finding Phyre's like a bad habit.
Phyre didn't have to be armed to be dangerous, not when it was all of him. From his teeth to his magic, ancient and occult. An exotic religion echoing through modern-day Tokyo with twisting contradicting rules and rituals.
Phyre still smells like a shrine. Like remnants of his childhood and visits to Kyoto.
Not dew-wet grass, crushed in fists and under writhing bodies.]
If some were missing, I wouldn't know. I would never know.
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Phyre didn't have to be armed to be dangerous, not when it was all of him. From his teeth to his magic, ancient and occult. An exotic religion echoing through modern-day Tokyo with twisting contradicting rules and rituals.
Phyre still smells like a shrine. Like remnants of his childhood and visits to Kyoto.
Not dew-wet grass, crushed in fists and under writhing bodies.]
If some were missing, I wouldn't know. I would never know.