The scream tore through him and he smiled, hard and cruel. Nearly there.
He heard the latch click, and watched out his own window. Almost...
And then he saw her climb on top of the railing, tequila coursing through her. As if he hadn't planned out her utter destruction, he opened his own door slowly and with the softest, gentlest tone...
"Dearest, sweet Phoebe. Come down. Come to me." He offers his hand and swallows hard...not from worry but because her utter torment is making his mouth water.
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Date: 2006-01-29 06:36 pm (UTC)He heard the latch click, and watched out his own window.
Almost...
And then he saw her climb on top of the railing, tequila coursing through her. As if he hadn't planned out her utter destruction, he opened his own door slowly and with the softest, gentlest tone...
"Dearest, sweet Phoebe. Come down. Come to me." He offers his hand and swallows hard...not from worry but because her utter torment is making his mouth water.