Distractions (part one R18)
Slowly, so dreadfully slowly, I nod my head. Tears patter on my dress, and at this point I am no longer sure exactly what it is I am crying at. My body tenses for the impact of something, claws, teeth, a terrible raging fury of shadows, but there is nothing, only his patient watchful gaze, and the slow tap of his claws on the chair.
In a puff of quickly clearing smoke, the rabbit disappears, and Soren leveys himself from his seat, body swaying amorously as he moves over to me, his face serious, eyes shifting in the darkness a low, bloody red. My body grows cold. He leans over to grip my chin and all at once my eyes lock with him, and I am forced to look upon him- at the planes of his face, the slight upturn of his nose, the dark kohl that lines his eyes, or the way his hair parts so beautifully around his horns. I squirm a little. Forced to look, but it's equally hard not to.