Avu
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Post by Avu on Feb 3, 2012 22:40:33 GMT -5
“Lies and slander,” A’emi answered, mouth on auto-pilot as he looked down at himself and set to trying to flick the little gobs of red off of his skin and shirt, splattering the wall and the ground at his feet with a delicate little spray of blood. “I’m as graceful as a fucking gazelle.” Never mind that he hadn’t really peeled himself off of the wall yet. He still wanted to squint awkwardly whenever he looked anywhere but at the backs of his own eyelids, which was just weird. Pressing the heel of his hands into his eyes, he snorted dryly at K’sel’s observation, although it did make him inhale too, catching a distinctly tomato scent, “Well that’s how I like my bread, raisins are just so mundane…uh, yes, she is.”
The bit about Kyrahth was tacked onto the end as mostly an afterthought, A’emi blinking a few times before he went back to flicking blood, made difficult by Darkling clinging to his shirt and smearing it into the fabric and the fact that most of it hadn’t glopped so much as just settled already anyway. “This is disgusting,” he added, picking at a particularly large glob and curiously pressing it between index finger and thumb until it made a sad, squelchy noise and dissolved under the pressure, “What actually bleeds like this? I mean, human blood isn’t this…” inconsistent really, unless he just hadn’t been slicing enough arteries open to see this kind of stuff he was pretty sure blood was not quite so much a medley.
Darkling stuck out her tongue and licked a slight trickle from his collarbone, her eyes still faintly yellow, but she managed a pleasant enough chirp of amusement as he screwed up his face in distaste at her. What, she liked eating raw things all the time.
“Anyway,” since A’emi did not want to dwell on the idea of Darkling licking up chunky blood, “We should probably follow the smell of baking souls to the kitchen…then we can get back up to the weyrs and get these off. The weird stares’ll be worth it.” Honestly K’sel looked sort of like he’d been bombed with pureed tomatoes and A’emi doubted he looked much better. On the bright side, they didn’t reek of blood and guts, even if that was sort of strange. You’d think exploding humans would smell like a corpse, seeing as they sort of were.
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