Tim can see it for what it is: cruelty disguised as cleverness. Little's trap is set, ready to be sprung.
There's no roaring fire to banish this devil of a man back to the Hell he came from- and feeling the sour bile rise at the back of his throat, Tim realizes he wouldn't want that anyway. No, he's going to want- to need- blood.
Tim always did love to avoid escalation, confrontation, and he places his gun down with a faraway and harmless [tak] against old wood. For Kate's sake, he says to himself. It could have been a church mouse scurrying from the light of the candles, and bumping a pew.
Any man who knows how it feels to hunt and to be hunted should know that sound, Tim says to himself.
He's given his warning.
He'll flatten the bastard from the opposite end of the room. They'll never see him, never see how generous he is to have left the firearm behind. But Little must bleed. For Kate's sake.
Tim's given his warning. He hopes it's enough and readies himself because he knows these kinds of men-- like a wildfire, all they do is consume. It's never enough.
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Tim can see it for what it is: cruelty disguised as cleverness. Little's trap is set, ready to be sprung.
There's no roaring fire to banish this devil of a man back to the Hell he came from- and feeling the sour bile rise at the back of his throat, Tim realizes he wouldn't want that anyway. No, he's going to want- to need- blood.
Tim always did love to avoid escalation, confrontation, and he places his gun down with a faraway and harmless [tak] against old wood. For Kate's sake, he says to himself. It could have been a church mouse scurrying from the light of the candles, and bumping a pew.
Any man who knows how it feels to hunt and to be hunted should know that sound, Tim says to himself.
He's given his warning.
He'll flatten the bastard from the opposite end of the room. They'll never see him, never see how generous he is to have left the firearm behind. But Little must bleed. For Kate's sake.
Tim's given his warning. He hopes it's enough and readies himself because he knows these kinds of men-- like a wildfire, all they do is consume. It's never enough.