[The last time he'd seen Molly she'd been on her way off the aircraft carrier, and seeing her now gives Thomas pause. But more than just her physical appearance there's a difference to her that isn't humanly detectable, a brittle, frayed quality to her emotions, the way they run like quicksilver. Wild. Barely contained.
Mad.
His eyes gleam silver for the barest instant as the Hunger recognizes the difference, and Thomas' steps slow. She was frail. Too frail, maybe, her injuries and the promise of madness-laced life a lure to the predator demon. He hesitates, stopping out of arm's reach, because he remembers the last time he'd lost control around Molly.
The demon remembers it too, can still taste the memory of her life, her lips.]
Can you walk? Cars don't exactly work around here.
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Date: 2011-11-30 01:35 am (UTC)Mad.
His eyes gleam silver for the barest instant as the Hunger recognizes the difference, and Thomas' steps slow. She was frail. Too frail, maybe, her injuries and the promise of madness-laced life a lure to the predator demon. He hesitates, stopping out of arm's reach, because he remembers the last time he'd lost control around Molly.
The demon remembers it too, can still taste the memory of her life, her lips.]
Can you walk? Cars don't exactly work around here.