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Childe is bizarre to look at. Face this pretty — Wriothesley only saw these kinds of faces when he stormed into rooms hidden deep in the backs of fashion venues and theaters and hotels on bird-bone thin girls and boys. Their kind of face, he. The kind that dooms its bearer to a life of being envied and coveted and mistreated because it is taunting in its eminence.
But his eyes… These eyes – he had seen them too, when he bursted through doors of men he knew of only as propagators of others’ torment and met them face to face. Those men always had the same kind of eyes. His kind of eyes. Laden. Animal-like. They make you feel as if they see right through you but at the same time gaze as if not perceiving anything at all.
Or: “My dick had led me places I would not go with a gun.” – His Grace