The Devourer
he / him
36
January 8
Lavender Town, Kanto
heterosexual
general of war
god general
Murderers are not monsters, they're men. And that's the most frightening thing about them.
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Zev Harcourt
Pieces of Glass [M]
POSTED ON Jul 14, 2023 0:38:31 GMT
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A quick scan of the counter behind Nenet confirmed that she was, indeed, making food for him. Zev had caught a glimpse of her closing the oven door, but it was too early to tell what was baking; the apartment didn't smell strongly of food yet.[break][break]
He made a vexed noise when she commented about his work. Under normal circumstances, a lie would have entered his mind at once, spoken into reality by an amoral tongue. But too much anger, shock, and bitterness distracted Zev at that moment; all he could muster was a half-truth.[break][break]
"I was at work," he said, turning away from Nenet and stripping off his jacket. His sore body protested every small movement.[break][break]
After kicking off his shoes, he trudged down the hallway toward the bathroom, ignoring her second question. Slowly, he peeled his torn and bloody T-shirt off his body, discarding it onto the white tiled floor. He'd have to incinerate it, probably. Destroy the evidence.[break][break]
His sheathed knife came off next, then the concealed holster with his pistol still inside it. Muscle memory kicked in. Without thinking clearly, he placed them on a low shelf near the shower. Just in case he needed them.[break][break]
The rest of Zev's clothes joined his shirt on the floor. Fully naked, he turned on the shower and waited for the water to turn hot, then stepped inside. A sharp hiss escaped between his teeth as the water drummed against his bandaged wound and other, lesser cuts. New bruises darkened his skin all over.[break][break]
Carefully, he unwound the bandage fabric from around his lower abdomen, exposing the freshly stitched stab wound to the air and water. He threw the soiled bandage into the trash can, then closed his eyes and leaned his weight against the shower wall. Finally, he could start to relax.
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