【生肉搬运】Shrike伯劳鸟 第二章(17)
“I’m sorry I got caught up in the fight,” the god continued, still striding towards George, hands still smeared with red. “I’m sorry I left you behind. I’m sorry I dragged you into this. And I’m sorry about your deer.”
He was close enough now that George could see the freckles dotting the bridge of his nose like dust on the cover of a forgotten book of fairy tales. Close enough for George to inspect his features for any sign of deception. Close enough for George to find only solemn sincerity.
Close enough for George to see the large gash running up his left forearm, dripping blood down his fingertips.
Six days.
They’d only known each other for six days—if what was between them could even be called knowing. It was a brittle, fragile thing. And yet, strangely, it was something George didn’t want to give up on just yet.
George sighed. “Come here,” he said.
The war god cocked his head to the side. “What?”
He was close enough now that George could see the freckles dotting the bridge of his nose like dust on the cover of a forgotten book of fairy tales. Close enough for George to inspect his features for any sign of deception. Close enough for George to find only solemn sincerity.
Close enough for George to see the large gash running up his left forearm, dripping blood down his fingertips.
Six days.
They’d only known each other for six days—if what was between them could even be called knowing. It was a brittle, fragile thing. And yet, strangely, it was something George didn’t want to give up on just yet.
George sighed. “Come here,” he said.
The war god cocked his head to the side. “What?”
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