[She earns a snarl for her troubles, but the headbutt only serves to make him clamp down harder on her, spitting blood aside as it streams down his wild expression. At least he's polite enough not to spit it directly in her mouth.]
Were they? Here you are.
[He struggles to wrestle her prone enough that she can't retaliate easily over his bulk -- or what is left of it. It gives him time to get a good look at her face, and the lines time has carved there.]
no subject
Were they? Here you are.
[He struggles to wrestle her prone enough that she can't retaliate easily over his bulk -- or what is left of it. It gives him time to get a good look at her face, and the lines time has carved there.]
Torturing yourself.