a thing of beauty.
“T e l l me now, what EXACTLY
does this job of yours entitle?”
BROWS quirk, and N I M B L E fingertips caress
the supple curves of his o w n lips in MILD curiosity. Cobalt
eyes s h i m m e r with the D U L L glint of a HUMORLESS
boredom. And a B O R E D Percival is usually NOT a good
one. It’s one that requires b l o o d and DEEDS sins to
F U E L the fire within him. CLEARLY, he is hoping that this
man- creature, will P R O V I D E him with that.
❛ JOB? ❜ amusement slips over his lips and he chuckles. ❛ it is a job that chooses you, rather than you apply for it. all that tried were discarded. ❜ into bloodless corpses that were once known as secretaries. ❛ there is power & knowledge & wealth you never thought existed. creatures of inhuman BEAUTY, gods and goddesses on the mortal plane, rulers of the world —— figuratively speaking, of course. i would rather not speak of it any further. you might get tempted to apply. ❜