"Now why, oh why would I do anything so wasteful? If I were to rip out your entrails, I'd never use them for something so meager as a crown. No, I'd dry them out into ribbons. I'd paint the maypole with stripes of your blood and then hang those ribbons from it and dance around it, wearing shoes made from your skin and lace woven from your hair, the rest of my body naked and bare. And I'd expect you to have the taste and manners to do the same."
Toss. Toss. Sheathe.
"I'm curious to see whose blood ends up on whose hands, you know. And there's a tiny part of me that never wants to find that out."
cw: discussion of gore, disembowelment, grotesque imagery, Sheo deliberately saying the worst things
One of his favorite words.
Entrails.
"Now why, oh why would I do anything so wasteful? If I were to rip out your entrails, I'd never use them for something so meager as a crown. No, I'd dry them out into ribbons. I'd paint the maypole with stripes of your blood and then hang those ribbons from it and dance around it, wearing shoes made from your skin and lace woven from your hair, the rest of my body naked and bare. And I'd expect you to have the taste and manners to do the same."
Toss. Toss. Sheathe.
"I'm curious to see whose blood ends up on whose hands, you know. And there's a tiny part of me that never wants to find that out."