[ That makes sense, too. Slots into place like a key into a lock. Before, Ephemera thinks he would have hated knowing this about Felix. Knowing anything about Felix. But he understands what it means to play a role, put on a mask. They approached it from different angles. He thinks Felix is better at it, in the end. But he understands what it means. The weight of it when things finally fall and you're stripped down to nothing but your bones and your own goddamn brutality. He knows.
He lets Felix guide his hand. He goes easy. And then, strangely, he's calm. He traces his thumb along the edge of the mark. Remembers making it. Remembers wanting to kill him then. To do it with his teeth, like an animal.
It's healed up well enough. It'll probably scar, though.
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He lets Felix guide his hand. He goes easy. And then, strangely, he's calm. He traces his thumb along the edge of the mark. Remembers making it. Remembers wanting to kill him then. To do it with his teeth, like an animal.
It's healed up well enough. It'll probably scar, though.
Ephemera watches Felix for a long moment. ]
Gonna kill me?
[ Gonna try? ]