[ the hammer behind him indeed is perverse, unnatural— it hums with a call that vibrates the depths of the brain itself, if one were to look for long enough, its hidden core would beat, like a beast's heart, rippling its closed chambers from its middle to its winged edges. it's almost . . . sentient in its observation, and does not react with awakening. and so it continues its slumber like a wild cat disinterested in little buzzing creatures.
jayce is all too aware of the tension, on both ends. before getting to what he wants, ground rules. ]
I won't swing, [ he breathes, his voice a rasp of harmed vocal chords, and adds, because he doesn't want to be a liar, ] If you don't.
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jayce is all too aware of the tension, on both ends. before getting to what he wants, ground rules. ]
I won't swing, [ he breathes, his voice a rasp of harmed vocal chords, and adds, because he doesn't want to be a liar, ] If you don't.