Any trace of the smile Tenebrae had managed to keep on his face until now faded completely.
Part of him wanted to try and reason with Solomon, verbally prod, drag answers out of him. It was the part that made Tenebrae High Priest of this Temple, the part of him that acted logically and kept a lid on his emotions. But a different part of him suddenly and angrily wanted Solomon to see that there was no way he would survive this... withdrawal, and the sooner he gave up trying, the quicker the pain would end without killing him.
Unfortunately, there wasn't particularly a way to combine those two parts of him, so he would have to choose. And Tenebrae chose. He forced a short chuckle, reached for the knife in his belt, and whipped it back towards the same corner of the room as before.
Shadows gathered at the tip, trailing along the sharp edge, and flickering towards the sleeve of Tenebrae's robe. He held them there for two seconds, savouring the reaction, and then snaked one of those tendrils towards the bare skin of Solomon's ankle.
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Part of him wanted to try and reason with Solomon, verbally prod, drag answers out of him. It was the part that made Tenebrae High Priest of this Temple, the part of him that acted logically and kept a lid on his emotions. But a different part of him suddenly and angrily wanted Solomon to see that there was no way he would survive this... withdrawal, and the sooner he gave up trying, the quicker the pain would end without killing him.
Unfortunately, there wasn't particularly a way to combine those two parts of him, so he would have to choose. And Tenebrae chose. He forced a short chuckle, reached for the knife in his belt, and whipped it back towards the same corner of the room as before.
Shadows gathered at the tip, trailing along the sharp edge, and flickering towards the sleeve of Tenebrae's robe. He held them there for two seconds, savouring the reaction, and then snaked one of those tendrils towards the bare skin of Solomon's ankle.