[Like sleeping giants, all cities have fangs. The smaller the beast, the more avoidable its appetites; larger ones— the sort that choke out starlight and sunlight itself— become leviathans unsated soon enough. Dangerous, and driven by desperation's vulgar maw. And what it doesn't devour, it poisons. And what it doesn't poison dies anyway, or flees, if it knows better. (The smooth weight of his name hitting his ears, assurance given through a gentle darling.) On and on and on (never to be heard again).
Tempered glass twists once within his grip, bottleneck shifted up around lithe fingers, and then—
—crash—
Against the farthest wall, that oh-so-priceless bottle shatters into a thousand little shards, glittering as if it were a sea of stars.]
Hm.
[Thoughtful, that sound, curling the corner of stained lips.]
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[Like sleeping giants, all cities have fangs. The smaller the beast, the more avoidable its appetites; larger ones— the sort that choke out starlight and sunlight itself— become leviathans unsated soon enough. Dangerous, and driven by desperation's vulgar maw. And what it doesn't devour, it poisons. And what it doesn't poison dies anyway, or flees, if it knows better. (The smooth weight of his name hitting his ears, assurance given through a gentle darling.) On and on and on (never to be heard again).
Tempered glass twists once within his grip, bottleneck shifted up around lithe fingers, and then—
—crash—
Against the farthest wall, that oh-so-priceless bottle shatters into a thousand little shards, glittering as if it were a sea of stars.]
Hm.
[Thoughtful, that sound, curling the corner of stained lips.]
You know— you're right. It is fun.