[How someone like Sweets - so stupid, so lacking in self-preservation - has survived this long, Maketh cannot fathom. Clearly he's relied upon stronger, smarter allies to keep him breathing and fancies he can do the same for them. For a person like Doctor Brennan, who Maketh almost respects.
No one has taught him this lesson before. Or if they have, it never took.
That will have to be rectified.
She brings her bleeding hand up to the light, examining it. There's a jagged shard of glass stuck in her palm, bleeding slowly.
Then, without changing her expression, she moves. Grabs him by the hair and yanks his head down hard to the bar. She moves in to pin his arm and hold him there, even as the glass shard digs its way deeper into her palm. It's going to scar, Maketh thinks.
It still doesn't hurt.
Calmly, she takes her bleeding hand off his neck.]
You are weak.
[She removes the shard of glass with her teeth and then smears hot blood across his cheek. An abject lesson.]
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Date: 2017-08-08 03:33 am (UTC)No one has taught him this lesson before. Or if they have, it never took.
That will have to be rectified.
She brings her bleeding hand up to the light, examining it. There's a jagged shard of glass stuck in her palm, bleeding slowly.
Then, without changing her expression, she moves. Grabs him by the hair and yanks his head down hard to the bar. She moves in to pin his arm and hold him there, even as the glass shard digs its way deeper into her palm. It's going to scar, Maketh thinks.
It still doesn't hurt.
Calmly, she takes her bleeding hand off his neck.]
You are weak.
[She removes the shard of glass with her teeth and then smears hot blood across his cheek. An abject lesson.]