I was looking for a breath of life
another taste of divine rush
She almost has it under control when he starts talking to herself again, and Shaytan erupts into barely contained teehees and sniggers. Oh this is fantastic! Ohhhh this is rich. The pot calls the kettle black while covered in sinders on the outside and burnt bits on the inside. Double black. Extra black. So black it gives you heartburn.
“You don’t know?!?” Shatan practically falls over from her laying upright position. Oh boy. Oh boy oh boy and she can be the one to tell him. As soon as her sides stop heaving with laughter, she sighs and turns her attention back to the clearly bewildered and even a little hurt (come on, he knows he is, his tone of voice when she mentions Gryffen makes it obvious) stallion. “No one’s told you? You’re not talking to anyone. There’s no one here but me…” And if he could see the look on her face, he’d probably want to kick it in. She is sneering - because she finally has someone to feel superior to. Because even if she is crazy, at least she doesn’t talk to invisible beings.
As for the sneer, it continues to creep into her voice. “And if you think Gryffen is ever going to let you out of his grasp, you’re doubly crazy.” Once he sank his claws into something, he rarely let go unless ordered to. His poor captives up on that Mountain… Shaytan would rather go a lifetime without drinking another bunny’s blood than be bound to him. “Unless…”
She has a fit of inspiration. Let’s see if it pans out.
Shaytan
so many lives
so many pairs of eyes