That went well. He had been expecting to be admonished for the question and preparing to both roll his eyes and ignore Richard. The smile disarms him, though. Richard is enjoying this.
But, then again, so is Alec. He likes this flirtation with death, despite its interference with his life. It makes him feel alive, when his breath becomes ragged and his body stiffens with nerves. When someone else bleeds. That release from seeing someone else still forever and the knowledge that he lives on.
They aren't dead, though, nor are they bleeding. It's very disappointing, but it's not Richard's fault. Normal men would be bleeding and dead. Of course, normal men would have swords. This doesn't make sense.
Alec registers the hand on his arm, but lingers a few more seconds, staring at the blackness that was a red eye in a covered face with no human features to be seen. When he does turn to flee, he takes but a few steps before more silhouettes stride into the other end of the alley.
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But, then again, so is Alec. He likes this flirtation with death, despite its interference with his life. It makes him feel alive, when his breath becomes ragged and his body stiffens with nerves. When someone else bleeds. That release from seeing someone else still forever and the knowledge that he lives on.
They aren't dead, though, nor are they bleeding. It's very disappointing, but it's not Richard's fault. Normal men would be bleeding and dead. Of course, normal men would have swords. This doesn't make sense.
Alec registers the hand on his arm, but lingers a few more seconds, staring at the blackness that was a red eye in a covered face with no human features to be seen. When he does turn to flee, he takes but a few steps before more silhouettes stride into the other end of the alley.
Now, they're trapped. "... Richard."