[Mistress Morbid]
“You aren’t” the small cat said, lifting her chin and purring just as hard for the nail scratching under her chin, she made small starfish paws of contentment.
She squirmed then, twisting free and landing neatly and kneaded the gravely roof top.
“I’m sorry because this does hurt a bit!” She said interrupting the man, who cast her a bland look.
“Thank you.” He told the cat. “It’s over quickly though… I consider it a sort of …balance against the power you’re going to have.” He said quietly. “A reminder of sorts.
He lifted his hand again, still empty and reached for you, but he didn’t stop when his fingers should have brushed rather brazenly against your chest, instead they continued forward somehow, an eerie unsettling thing to see and it would feel all the stranger a moment later when his hand clasped –something, but you had little time to wonder what he’d grasped… because a moment later there was a shock of sudden pain.