{ Teeth. That’s what they decide this landscape will look like. Sharp canines, all edge, no curves, no relief from the suffocating fury that radiated from the demon. They want to make an impact tonight, to burn a mark so deeply into the old man that he can’t possibly forget this.
Teeth, to make up for their lack of a mouth. Teeth, to grid together and snap and just nearly bite at the soft flesh of their once companion. Teeth, to threaten and express.
Talons shifted in his hair, releasing it and sliding down the back of his neck, another hand reaching around to his chest. An embrace, perhaps, though quite unkind; the hooks on the ends of their fingers dug into his skin, unforgiving. Perhaps when Ford wakes up, he’ll find the marks they left behind. }
“ Dᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏɴᴇsᴛʟʏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ﹖ Tʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ᴡᴏʀᴅs﹖ Oʜ Sɪxᴇʀ. I·ᴍ ᴅɪsᴀᴘᴘᴏɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ. “
As the surroundings change, Ford knows Bill’s going to leave a mark somehow, perhaps scar him with unimaginable horrors, or worse. He hopes he’s wrong, but only time will tell, for now he’s here.
When his hair’s released, he can’t help the soft groan he elicits when those sharp tips find their way down the back of his neck, another hand reaching around to his front. The burning sensation is enough to trigger his arousal, something he’s always been ashamed of when it came to Bill, especially now of all times.
“You wouldn’t be the first,” he retorts, and tilts his head back to leer at him, “But you’re right- ghh,” the pain settles in, “- .. I never knew you in the first place, so you got me there.” He can feel his skin beginning to throb where Bill left his marks.
