[ As she cries, as she slides down into sitting, he steps closer. He had been a healthy, respectful distance away, at some stage; now he is close enough to touch, if he wanted to. He is close enough to watch the glitter of her tears.
The terrible part is not that Jon has a little girl all but pinned in an alley and he is feasting on her fear.
The terrible part is that, for just a moment, he is allowing himself to not care.
It is the best thrill, the most satisfying meal, it is exquisite. They are both swept along in the current of the compulsion, now, and he Sees it as she gives voice to it: its tentacles were so sharp, so thin and white, like fish's bones. ]
cw: grown man invading personal space of distraught girl trapped in alley + enjoyment of suffering
The terrible part is not that Jon has a little girl all but pinned in an alley and he is feasting on her fear.
The terrible part is that, for just a moment, he is allowing himself to not care.
It is the best thrill, the most satisfying meal, it is exquisite. They are both swept along in the current of the compulsion, now, and he Sees it as she gives voice to it: its tentacles were so sharp, so thin and white, like fish's bones. ]