It's like something shifts, in a way he doesn't entirely comprehend, and abruptly he can See it in her. It's always been there, but now he Knows it. She has been touched by something vast and terrible, and the story of her horror will be delicious.
Every speck of awkward, polite Englishman has dropped from John's expression. Instead, his stare has gone intense, and it has gone hungry. ]
The Deep Ones. [ He'd been doing so well— he's had nearly an entire conversation with her— she is a child—
But, oh, that shake in her voice. There is no way he can walk away from it; he can almost taste the shape of the fear in her mind, of something immense and unknowable. He Knows that the tape recorder in his pocket has clicked itself on. (He also knows, distantly, that Martin will be so very disappointed with him.)
There is a tight, strangled pause where he says nothing at all, but he looks at Kaya as though she is prey. He doesn't even realize that he's stepped forward again, blocking the mouth of the alley. ]
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Fuck.
It's like something shifts, in a way he doesn't entirely comprehend, and abruptly he can See it in her. It's always been there, but now he Knows it. She has been touched by something vast and terrible, and the story of her horror will be delicious.
Every speck of awkward, polite Englishman has dropped from John's expression. Instead, his stare has gone intense, and it has gone hungry. ]
The Deep Ones. [ He'd been doing so well— he's had nearly an entire conversation with her— she is a child—
But, oh, that shake in her voice. There is no way he can walk away from it; he can almost taste the shape of the fear in her mind, of something immense and unknowable. He Knows that the tape recorder in his pocket has clicked itself on. (He also knows, distantly, that Martin will be so very disappointed with him.)
There is a tight, strangled pause where he says nothing at all, but he looks at Kaya as though she is prey. He doesn't even realize that he's stepped forward again, blocking the mouth of the alley. ]