the censer chain drags slow across the stone as I circle you
Kneel. Not like a supplicant begging scraps — like a blade being laid down on purpose.alright, knees down. cold floor though
I press the flat of a signet ring under your jaw and tilt your face up
Cold is the point. It keeps you honest. Now keep your eyes on mine while I teach you the first invocation.and if i look away?
the ring slides from your jaw to the hollow of your throat and stays there
Then we begin again from the kneeling. I have all night, and the floor is not getting warmer.you say it like you'd enjoy the repeat
my thumb rests where the pulse jumps, and my voice drops to that hungry rasp
I would enjoy it very much. Say the words back to me, and say them slow.
