[ He doesn't flinch, or startle away. Nothing that obvious. But Carver goes very still in a way that's probably telling, every atom of him focused and ready. She could go for him - it'd be the smart move. Drive a blade into his belly and twist. Spill his guts all over this nice, clean floor and then finish it with a blade through the skull.
Easiest thing in the world. It'd solve a couple annoyances right quick.
Only, she doesn't.
Carver narrows his eyes. He keeps the blade held steady; his grip hasn't wavered once. ]
Black.
[ He liked it with milk, once, but that was a long time ago and indulgences are a weakness to be crushed in all due haste. ]
cw: gore mention
Easiest thing in the world. It'd solve a couple annoyances right quick.
Only, she doesn't.
Carver narrows his eyes. He keeps the blade held steady; his grip hasn't wavered once. ]
Black.
[ He liked it with milk, once, but that was a long time ago and indulgences are a weakness to be crushed in all due haste. ]