[She examines her palms idly, pulling a face for a moment at all the streaks and dashes of blood, but when she speaks Lust smiles.]
It usually is. [Again, there are memories--the visceral sensation of her nails puncturing their skulls, hearing the thumps of bodies hitting the ground and know just what she was still capable of. Moving in a tandem with another figure, different from this one but no less dissatisfied. And no less useful, albeit for a different purpose.
There's a new sort of appreciation for Bellatrix when she looks at her this time; nothing sentimental, of course. But she knows what she can do now, with her bare hands, and that's something.]
I don't suppose you want to deal with [waving a hand at the man's body] all this. It would ruin the catharsis, I think.
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It usually is. [Again, there are memories--the visceral sensation of her nails puncturing their skulls, hearing the thumps of bodies hitting the ground and know just what she was still capable of. Moving in a tandem with another figure, different from this one but no less dissatisfied. And no less useful, albeit for a different purpose.
There's a new sort of appreciation for Bellatrix when she looks at her this time; nothing sentimental, of course. But she knows what she can do now, with her bare hands, and that's something.]
I don't suppose you want to deal with [waving a hand at the man's body] all this. It would ruin the catharsis, I think.