[Leans down to him, breathing against the cuts in his shoulders, lapping at the blood. There is a reverence to him now, in the way he moves to press his hips down against the Overseer's back and in the tone of his voice when he speaks: ]
Yes, my dear. [...except in the same breath he finally pierces his skin, starting to... slowly... carve the gill shape into his sides...]
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Yes, my dear. [...except in the same breath he finally pierces his skin, starting to... slowly... carve the gill shape into his sides...]