I was looking for a breath of life
another taste of divine rush
Scowly Face. He has a name, but she likes Scowly Face. The old man was easier to steal than he thought he would be - maybe because he’s old, or maybe because it was just the biggest fluke ever. Shaytan can’t even - or doesn’t choose to - walk in a straight line back to the Chamber. You think she can reliably pull off another steal? That’s funny, she’s already a bunny blood addict, Chamber-queen fanatic. Not much more room in her brain for anything else besides satiating that Id. Scowly Face is a means to an end. A means to a beautiful, soft, arched neck and smart, calculating eyes.
She really likes Straia’s eyes.
Driven to see them again, Shaytan pauses to wait for her prisoner to catch up. Scowly Face walks slowly. It is irritating; she has an itch that needs to be scratched and he is making her wait. She glances back at his plodding figure and storm gray eyes, her own brown ones flashing as she matches his scowl. “Now you meet my Queen.”
But it is not her Queen that appears first, it is Gryffen, and he is not the one she wants to see. She turns her own scowly face to the white stallion and spits out, “He’s not for you, he’s for Straia. Her present.” Like he’s a thing to be traded and given freely, without consent or consideration. She cranes her neck to see around him, to see if her lady is coming. She will lead him deeper into the Chamber if she has to. She will search the whole Kingdom, with her gift on a leash, if she has to.
Shaytan
so many lives
so many pairs of eyes