ravusatrum:

     _{He contently sighed then—deciding to summon a little smudge of entertainment. Swirling particles seemed to gather out of thin air—a chaotic inky cloud of sand dancing lovingly across his slender and alien fingers. He tilted his head soundly before letting an exhale depart his sinister lips.}

            _{“Ah—it lingers? How sweet it must be then. That after taste of suffering and discomfort. Tell me then, child, do you want more?”}

         _{Enthralled yet apprehensive she stared at the slithers and clouds of black slide around the man’s long fingers. Pale fingers. So pale that such a shade could not truly be a color of skin, yet it was and she was unsure how to react, what to say. There indeed was her proof that this man was not human as she had suspected, clearly something much darker, much more than she could have imagined.}

                           _{”—No.” For such a question she could only muster a weak and feeble answer, one that made her cringe internally at the mere thought of it. "Who would ever want more?"}