[ He ran his thumb against his fore and middle finger, spreading the blood, his gaze shifting to his fingers for a moment. But hearing that increased heart rate, it slid back, lingering on Stiles' throat, before drifting back up to his face. The faintest hint of a smile forming on Jerry's lips. ]
Balance. Light, dark. Life, death.
[ He let those bloodied fingers drift closer to Stiles' face. Closer to his mouth. ]
Prey.
[ That hint of a smile stretched into something far more obvious. ]
[Spam] CW: Blood. Only a tiny bit.
Balance. Light, dark. Life, death.
[ He let those bloodied fingers drift closer to Stiles' face. Closer to his mouth. ]
Prey.
[ That hint of a smile stretched into something far more obvious. ]
Predator.
Balance requires both.