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smoke curls between his teeth upon weary exhale , a haze that did nothing to cloud the vivid green swallowing narrow pupils. tired creature , starved and trembling in the curve of slender fingers , he watches the sister with a crooked smile pulling at the corner of full lips. doesn’t quite match the sharp gaze bearing upon her , nor the twitch of pointed claws. subtle , without his false visage to mask his features.

of course , he’s well aware of this ——– spunky sister who feared not a soul. stubborn with her gold - crafted heart. however , the ghoul wonders for a moment if she truly understands the danger blooming an ugly bruise on the surface of the church , webbing beneath their feet in the same manner as the black in his veins. restless and ravenous these halls become as it adjusts in the wake of their new leader.