The fingers in his hair were cold. The fist that pulled back until he was sure his scalp would tear away was strong, more like steel than flesh. But it was flesh, dead flesh, and the eyes he was forced to stare into could have been human once. They stared through him, pale and bright as the moon on a distant and godless planet.
"Flesh," Spoony snarled, and Insano forgot everything but terror.
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Date: 2014-06-07 02:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-06-07 07:43 pm (UTC)"Flesh," Spoony snarled, and Insano forgot everything but terror.