[ Poóguanaya voróna sóbstvyennoy tyéni boítsya. The spooked crow is afraid of its own shadow. Nikolai knows the proverb well, and he thinks- the crow will never spook another either.
There's something visceral in feeling warmth beneath your hand, in looking into someone's eyes and knowing you're almost - just almost - fucking a corpse.
Nikolai turns his head. He flicks the cigarette to the side, and takes a deep drag. ]
They tell me: in London prisons, prisoners kill men who fuck little girls. [ He lets out the smoke, letting it obscure his eyes. ]
For vor, young girls better, easier to be sure they are virgins. [ The smoke starts to clear, but Nikolai doesn't help it along. ] Me? I think too skinny.
this entire thread needs warnings. i am so sorry for this tag.
There's something visceral in feeling warmth beneath your hand, in looking into someone's eyes and knowing you're almost - just almost - fucking a corpse.
Nikolai turns his head. He flicks the cigarette to the side, and takes a deep drag. ]
They tell me: in London prisons, prisoners kill men who fuck little girls. [ He lets out the smoke, letting it obscure his eyes. ]
For vor, young girls better, easier to be sure they are virgins. [ The smoke starts to clear, but Nikolai doesn't help it along. ] Me? I think too skinny.