All of a sudden, it ended. Her presence, her physical contact - everything. Where there had been the distinct impression of being stuck in a kiln's furnace, like clay, it was now like a flood of cold water had doused his surroundings. One could almost expect a gentle hiss of cooling metal, for all the relief conveyed.
"William Basterson," spoke the devil-woman in his midst. A gentle, if sudden, pressing of finger to his forehead in a communication of the man's face. Flashes of an act he had engaged in: An elderly citizen beaten to near-concussion for the sake of meagre funds to supply a drug habit. A habit now starting to turn into pushing those same narcotics onto others.
"His end nears... You have the power to decide if it should drag others down with him or not."
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on 2014-05-30 02:35 am (UTC)"William Basterson," spoke the devil-woman in his midst. A gentle, if sudden, pressing of finger to his forehead in a communication of the man's face. Flashes of an act he had engaged in: An elderly citizen beaten to near-concussion for the sake of meagre funds to supply a drug habit. A habit now starting to turn into pushing those same narcotics onto others.
"His end nears... You have the power to decide if it should drag others down with him or not."