[He wastes a long moment trying to discover what meaning stalks between the lines of that last statement — until he remembers that it's a fruitless endeavor. The Darkling adores mind games. Loves provoking.
Provoking, which is where other words of his succeed, brushing ink across his mind. Painting vivid flashes of memory from the dimness. You don't always dislike it. His mouth full, his jaw splitting, his throat bruising. Insatiability devouring so many holes inside of him.
What to do with these memories, he doesn't know. But he chooses not to be meekened.]
You're hardly celebrated for your honesty.
[Does he dare test it? Nikolai has never shied away from pulling a trigger.]
no subject
Provoking, which is where other words of his succeed, brushing ink across his mind. Painting vivid flashes of memory from the dimness. You don't always dislike it. His mouth full, his jaw splitting, his throat bruising. Insatiability devouring so many holes inside of him.
What to do with these memories, he doesn't know. But he chooses not to be meekened.]
You're hardly celebrated for your honesty.
[Does he dare test it? Nikolai has never shied away from pulling a trigger.]
Aleksander, was it?