It isn't about the taste, or the substance, or any of it, anyway. It isn't even about the warmth of your flesh, the beat of your heart. It's...
That I was allowed to hold such grotesque parts of you, to delve inside you where no one else has... to make you a part of myself in ways that not even a living human could possibly imagine.
A Grim Reaper's psychoplasm needs replenishing. In lieu of light, we use food. That food is pulled apart at the most microscopic level, turned into magic, and woven into our being - And as far as our few scientists can tell, so long as a Grim Reaper doesn't end up too hurt or left in the dark for too long... those interwoven bits will remain for years before they need replenishing properly.
You have literally become a part of my magic, Evangeline. It's... an experience I will never forget. And all I have left of it is the taste...
2/2;
It isn't about the taste, or the substance, or any of it, anyway. It isn't even about the warmth of your flesh, the beat of your heart.
It's...
That I was allowed to hold such grotesque parts of you, to delve inside you where no one else has... to make you a part of myself in ways that not even a living human could possibly imagine.
A Grim Reaper's psychoplasm needs replenishing.
In lieu of light, we use food.
That food is pulled apart at the most microscopic level, turned into magic, and woven into our being -
And as far as our few scientists can tell, so long as a Grim Reaper doesn't end up too hurt or left in the dark for too long... those interwoven bits will remain for years before they need replenishing properly.
You have literally become a part of my magic, Evangeline. It's... an experience I will never forget.
And all I have left of it is the taste...