[the muzzle of the pistol follows the faerie closer. kavinsky's finger tightens infinitesimally on the trigger. it follows the faerie down, too, when vex drops his knees to the floor. he doesn't waver. rafaello d'este had been making him go to the gym rather rigorously, in the weeks before he'd left. he has a lot of upper body strength. it's helpful if you want to threaten to shoot somebody in the head with a pistol.
but here we rapidly arrive at the conclusion that this not somebody kavinsky wants to shoot in the head with a pistol. he might shoot vex in the head with something else, heavily suggested by the circling of the faerie's tongue around the tip of the barrel. despite this splendid reassurance, his eyes are dead on his narrow face for a long moment, looking at vex wordlessly in the quiet of the derelict liquor store. maybe kavinsky forgot.
he'd been pretty high at the time, you know.]
No sign of dementia, for an old fucking queen, [kavinsky says. and then his gun swings aside abruptly, he safeties it with an effortless click, and suddenly his knees are crashing into the faerie's thighs, his mouth on the faerie's mouth, indifferent to the tang of metal or the trace of cordite.]
no subject
but here we rapidly arrive at the conclusion that this not somebody kavinsky wants to shoot in the head with a pistol. he might shoot vex in the head with something else, heavily suggested by the circling of the faerie's tongue around the tip of the barrel. despite this splendid reassurance, his eyes are dead on his narrow face for a long moment, looking at vex wordlessly in the quiet of the derelict liquor store. maybe kavinsky forgot.
he'd been pretty high at the time, you know.]
No sign of dementia, for an old fucking queen, [kavinsky says. and then his gun swings aside abruptly, he safeties it with an effortless click, and suddenly his knees are crashing into the faerie's thighs, his mouth on the faerie's mouth, indifferent to the tang of metal or the trace of cordite.]