[ honestly it's strangely meditative as an exercise. watching his flesh split open, peeling back as what holds it taut is severed, like flower petals opening; tracing the tip of her knife along the root system—

her head droops slightly, though, toward the rich red of flesh and blood—God, when was the last time she felt like something was that appetizing?

she has to find out, though. what's at the root of this—very carefully as she slices through the skin, pulling back skin and muscle very gently over his heart. ]

Levity, I don't think I have good news.