[ There's an implication to his smile, too. We'll ruin him. Everything together, little one. (Every king requires a queen and Valentine's rides about on his shoulders. Every time Tamora has tried to marry her son off, he has always refused, always found some way of getting out of the engagement. Valentine knows the value of flesh, of a heart, and there is only one person in this world to whom he would entrust his. Philomela Saint is the beginning and the end.)
He puts out one hand, strong fingers (a grip to kill, a grip to wring life from one's body, to rip limb from limb) finding the bowl formed by hers. ]
Just a minor inconvenience, [ he tells her. (A minor inconvenience: a man with a shiv, now gone and consumed. The hand grabbed, the arm twisted, the neck snapped. One, two, three. Valentine is handsome when he smiles and graceful when he kills.) ]
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He puts out one hand, strong fingers (a grip to kill, a grip to wring life from one's body, to rip limb from limb) finding the bowl formed by hers. ]
Just a minor inconvenience, [ he tells her. (A minor inconvenience: a man with a shiv, now gone and consumed. The hand grabbed, the arm twisted, the neck snapped. One, two, three. Valentine is handsome when he smiles and graceful when he kills.) ]