โ thereโs something fascinating about blood. itโs captivating. โ ( hello! i hope this is okay! i do have a dbd verse if you're interested! )
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Danny's eyes close at the sound of her voice. Nowadays he can barely tell how much of her voice is in his ears and how much is in his head. He's wearing the mask, as he often does in the realm, but he has no doubt that she knows how he's feeling โ the subtle mix of despair and interest, because she's right โ blood captivates him almost as much as the look on his victims' faces when they realise that they're going to die.
She's right, of course, but her presence sets Danny on edge. "Is that why we're all here?" He asks, voice low, "Or is the blood just a happy by-product?"
Danny doesn't trust her, but he'd be a fool to aggravate her, so he shifts his tone a little, lets a bit of silk in. "I never got to enjoy it so much before." A lie โ can she tell? "No consequences, no risk." No thrill. "This is a pretty sweet gig."
