Seaside Moors Everything has Changed

He was almost shocked at the lack of —yes and that came from her. Though she wasn't quiet either, she seemed almost ready to drop the whole thing and let them both move on with their lives... despite the little threat that followed right after. Wonderful, just what he needed, someone else to watch out for and protect the remaining bits of his face from. Maybe at least this one won't swallow it and shit it out later.

Maybe that is what pissed him off most about that interaction, the fact that a part of him was now a pile of refuse somewhere rotting in the dirt. Maggots and worms wriggling around until it was nothing but a dry piece of shit stain on the surface somewhere. What an inglorious way to go.

As she stepped away, he almost offered a sigh of relief that this suffering was close to coming to an end. Almost. Caught in his throat, Rosencrantz refused to give any sign just yet, knowing very well that it would only open more gates for her to continue to stick around. He'd express himself later, for now the game continued so long as she remained within earshot.