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Originally Posted by wnder
Dionysus
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The tom screwed up his face in such a way as to indicate almost an 'eh' sort of response, "Trust me, I have no place in that high ground you speak of. Like you said, much too boring up there for me."
He, too, let out a light chuckle though this more... drawn out. And as it continued, his voice took on different qualities. When he opened his mouth again, Montag would hear his own voice spoken back to him. "I'd like to think I'm a little more interesting than that." A cheeky tilt of his head as his smile grew into a smirk. His voice once more his own, "Wouldn't you agree?"
[ here's your introduction to my boy's little power :] ]
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(Aw sick—Montag just said
https://images.app.goo.gl/dXtHbh68XkGTpY6b9 to the best of his psychopathic ability.)
Montag’s eyes widened, and he took a moment to process the statement—the cool, lilting voice that lived in his head—spurred him on, concocted barbarous schemes, mocked his counterparts behind his eyes.
The fawn coated tom’s expression went from distantly apathetic to immediately captivated, stepping forward, his unusual incisors glinting faintly.
“Such an artistic skill...” he mused aloud, something like a smile crossing his features,
“Sincerely interesting indeed. I can only wonder and dare I say fantasize how you might use it...”