“I’m not a trained artist but I am well-qualified to recognize the specificity of her fascination.”
What. The intimacy of this shared moment leaves little room for misunderstanding. He speaks clearly and is easy to hear in spite of Ellis retching between them, the volume of his voice raised just so.
He watches Abby, also, to see how this is landing, not quite morbidly curious.
There is Ellis’ flailing to consider; Dickerson has kept his hold all the while, an anchor that branches out to catch at the undead man’s elbow somewhere in his clawing. Thot too keeps close in the mud and the blood and the phlegm, more eel than cat. Warmer than the earth beneath them.
“You lost a great deal of blood, Mr. Ellis.” This is true. “We’ve routed the Venatori.”
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What. The intimacy of this shared moment leaves little room for misunderstanding. He speaks clearly and is easy to hear in spite of Ellis retching between them, the volume of his voice raised just so.
He watches Abby, also, to see how this is landing, not quite morbidly curious.
There is Ellis’ flailing to consider; Dickerson has kept his hold all the while, an anchor that branches out to catch at the undead man’s elbow somewhere in his clawing. Thot too keeps close in the mud and the blood and the phlegm, more eel than cat. Warmer than the earth beneath them.
“You lost a great deal of blood, Mr. Ellis.” This is true. “We’ve routed the Venatori.”