"He wasn’t wrong, not entirely. Everything that had transpired could be directly traced back to Johannes going about ‘whatever necromantic business’ he had deemed fit of his attention, namely the doomed Fear Institute’s commissioned expedition into the Dreamlands, not that Horst knew about it. The assumption did however mean that Horst hadn’t thought twice about his brother’s general state of wrongness . Hadn’t thought twice about the way his brother’s eyes caught the light in a strange way, or the way his teeth flashed awkwardly between his usual drawn lips and disdainful snarls, as if deformed just enough to not quite fit a human jaw in proportion nor shape (this later assessment being just recent and thoroughly startling, as the Not-Quite-a-Vampire watched his brother closely from the chaise-longue)."
BEAUTIFUL juxtaposition of the luring ghoul and the chaise-lounge!
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Ratatosk on Chapter 1 Wed 13 May 2020 03:26PM UTC
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