Reassurance — even as he feels the squelch of rot on iron, muscle pulped overripe. The thing that ate Viktor can say what it wants, but this is done, they've both been dead a while. Everything that black touches is gone.
(Strange, how leaves still stretch and root, turn their faces to something brighter; drink the boiling glare of those eyes.)
Lazar drags himself ahead. A step closer, two; shambling under the weight of so much meat gone bad. One step. Two. Just gotta repeat the pattern, just gotta keep it going 'til he's close. Close enough to lift the bar and swing —
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Reassurance — even as he feels the squelch of rot on iron, muscle pulped overripe. The thing that ate Viktor can say what it wants, but this is done, they've both been dead a while. Everything that black touches is gone.
(Strange, how leaves still stretch and root, turn their faces to something brighter; drink the boiling glare of those eyes.)
Lazar drags himself ahead. A step closer, two; shambling under the weight of so much meat gone bad. One step. Two. Just gotta repeat the pattern, just gotta keep it going 'til he's close. Close enough to lift the bar and swing —