River's bloody unnerving, sometimes. He likes that.
Beth doesn't seem to appreciate it, though: the smell of terror is thick in the room, and it's all hers. River is cold and serene like she was once in a circle of dying vampires, and he can smell the blood crusting on her arm.
It's a frisson at the base of his spine, blood and fear still the same sodding strong cocktail, soul or no. But --
"Places to be, demons to kill," he says -- a diversion for River, he hopes; a not-quite-apology to Beth. There's not time to crouch down by her shaking shoulders and tell her everyone sells out the world once in a while, life goes on if you duck fast enough.
"Live through this," he tells her instead, "and I'll buy you a drink."
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Date: 2008-02-10 12:51 am (UTC)Beth doesn't seem to appreciate it, though: the smell of terror is thick in the room, and it's all hers. River is cold and serene like she was once in a circle of dying vampires, and he can smell the blood crusting on her arm.
It's a frisson at the base of his spine, blood and fear still the same sodding strong cocktail, soul or no. But --
"Places to be, demons to kill," he says -- a diversion for River, he hopes; a not-quite-apology to Beth. There's not time to crouch down by her shaking shoulders and tell her everyone sells out the world once in a while, life goes on if you duck fast enough.
"Live through this," he tells her instead, "and I'll buy you a drink."