have mercy on your soul 1/2 (Tesla/Henry, R)coffeebuddhaSeptember 12 2011, 06:55:04 UTC
There's a short hair clinging to the cuff of his shirt sleeve, the wrong shade of brown to be his own, that Nikola doesn't notice until he's over halfway through the astronomy textbook he's been absently reading. He studies it dispassionately; plucks it free and holds it between thumb and index for a long moment. There's a rubbish bin only a few short steps from his chair. Failing that, he has a perfectly serviceable floor and a maid who vacuums daily
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have mercy on your soul 2/2 (Tesla/Henry, R)coffeebuddhaSeptember 12 2011, 06:56:23 UTC
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His hands are painted red, thick and sticky and smelling cloyingly of copper. It's everywhere. It seeps into the knees of his pants as he kneels, smudges over his chin when he rubs the back of his wrist across it, mingles with the sweat that's dotting his hairline.
Nikola's no stranger to blood. In fact, he considers himself to be practically a fucking connoisseur of the stuff, capable of picking out its nuances as easily as he can dissect a bottle of wine to its trace elements.
But there's blood, and then there's blood, and countless bloody deaths do nothing to ease the panicky ache that tightens in his chest at the blood flowing so damn easily from a torn open gut and bubbling slowly between barely parted lips
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His hands are painted red, thick and sticky and smelling cloyingly of copper. It's everywhere. It seeps into the knees of his pants as he kneels, smudges over his chin when he rubs the back of his wrist across it, mingles with the sweat that's dotting his hairline.
Nikola's no stranger to blood. In fact, he considers himself to be practically a fucking connoisseur of the stuff, capable of picking out its nuances as easily as he can dissect a bottle of wine to its trace elements.
But there's blood, and then there's blood, and countless bloody deaths do nothing to ease the panicky ache that tightens in his chest at the blood flowing so damn easily from a torn open gut and bubbling slowly between barely parted lips ( ... )
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