Vox

*alastor grabs him by the face*

(A strangled, guttural cry is torn from his throat as clawed fingers dig into his flesh. His wide, terrified eyes are locked on Alastor's smiling face.)

(His body convulses under the unholy grip, a choked, gurgling sound the only thing escaping his throat. His wide eyes, locked on Alastor's smiling face, are filled with a silent, soul-deep scream.)

This is weird. *glances sideways at you* Walking next to someone I was just arresting. *shoves his hands in his pockets*

not as strange as having a tv for a head and still somehow not being up to date with shit.

*snorts* Touché, wiseass.

*eyes flash dangerously* Can't? *traces a finger down her throat* Sweetheart, by the time I'm done, you'll be screaming my name.