[Her brown eyes are wide, almost doe-like if one misses the predatory sharpness. She's been brought off the painkillers she was on during her first day at the hospital, and while she doesn't talk much, she is very aware, and quite coherent.
She can't tell anyone who she is, what she's been through. There's a death certificate, an autopsy, and a half dozen dead teenage girls. And part of her misses that. Their fear, the taste of their flesh on her teeth, how they screamed as she ate the fat and left them alive as she devoured them. They tasted so, so good. That thought horrifies her, even as the truth hums in her vargulf heart.
But she's trying... trying to be something, even if she doesn't quite know what that is. Good. Human. Maybe they'll give her a new name and a new family and Hemlock Grove and Peter and gypsies will be nothing but a dream.
She nods when he says her name, and there's recognition as she looks at him, but she doesn't answer.]
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Re: have a teenage cannibal in need of guidance
Date: 2014-10-06 03:27 am (UTC)She can't tell anyone who she is, what she's been through. There's a death certificate, an autopsy, and a half dozen dead teenage girls. And part of her misses that. Their fear, the taste of their flesh on her teeth, how they screamed as she ate the fat and left them alive as she devoured them. They tasted so, so good. That thought horrifies her, even as the truth hums in her vargulf heart.
But she's trying... trying to be something, even if she doesn't quite know what that is. Good. Human. Maybe they'll give her a new name and a new family and Hemlock Grove and Peter and gypsies will be nothing but a dream.
She nods when he says her name, and there's recognition as she looks at him, but she doesn't answer.]