“I don’t know. I’m out of my league here and that doesn’t happen often to me,” she said, almost embarrassed. She was The Warrioress. It didn’t matter that leviathan were from before she even existed, before demons had been thought of. She should be better. Useful.
“I’ll find out as much as I can. There’s a hunter I might be able to ask. He doesn’t hate me.” Which was rare, she knew, but for once it might help. Standing without a word, she went into the bedroom and came back with a blanket. “You look half-dead. Get some sleep and I’ll come back. Hopefully better equipped than we are now.”
He took the blanket from her and nodded. Then as an afterthought, he tugged her hand close and kissed it. “Be careful, yeah?” Then he spread the blanket out over him and stretched on the couch face down. His arm knocked the peanut butter off the couch and he heard it bounce once on the floor.
In her absence, Leo tried to sleep. He really did–but every time the world started its blissful spin into oblivion, the warlock found himself in a dark woods, eyes opening in place of knots on the trees. He would wake up and sense a presence behind him, turn around to find a leviathan, all dripping black and teeth and tongues slopping and he would awaken truly to find himself alone.
His stomach growled and he pressed a hand to his gut. Eyes zeroed in on the jar of peanut butter. He’d never had it before, but it didn’t sound appealing to him. Until now. After pulling himself up to a sitting position, he picked up the fallen jar and the spoon from the table. The consistency was smoother than he expected and he scooped up a tentative spoonful and popped it into his mouth. The corners of his jaw prickled with the sensation of flavor and he spooned an even larger bit into his mouth. It didn’t matter that he couldn’t chew it, that the consistency made it hard to chew–much less breathe. That’s what noses were for, right? It took time but he’d inhaled the whole jar and downed it all by sticking his mouth under the water tap.
Not five minutes later, his stomach growled. Loud.
eateateateateateateateateateateateat
I’m too tired. Please let me sleep.
eateateateat
sleep and dream of endless forests with too many eyes
can you hear the hhheartbeats? red, warm beatbeatbeat
it calls to you.hungry slipping red black, eat consume E̸͓̩̠̓̇̈́A̴͍̭̰͂̿̚T̵͖̹̻̔̋̾ ̷͖̫͚͂̒̓Y̴̟̝̽̑͛ͅÔ̷̥͈̠̈́͝Ų̵̨̪́͌̉R̸̠̟̟̓̽͘ ̵̛̜̖̣̽͒Ḟ̷̢̣̟̒͝Í̵̢̼͎̓͐Ľ̵̪̳̘̕͝L̷͖̣͆͐͂͜
they’re waiting little crippled lambs blinded by the light you are dark and towering hunt the lambs shackle their feet their hearts beatbeatbeat
he could. he could taste a beating heart between his teeth and could feel the little red streams running down his lips.
natural.
instinctual.
s̠̯̰̥̼ȍ͕̓ͯ̑͐͐ ͔̦̐̄̓̋G̤͙̳̾̂̍͛Oͭ̎̉͊ͧ̒҉̖̩Ō̶̬̫̥̞̥̐͑̆ͭ̚D͚͖
“please…get out…anentet naike. beked thulke. anentet naike. beked thulke—”
When she returned, she would find him in a fetal position, fingers trembling and bloody where nails dug shallow crescents into his head.
