[ There's warmth to him. Trevor can think that much, for just a moment. Not much, but more warmth than he'd have expected, and more than he could feel from the half-frozen stabbed man in a village outside Gresit a year and change ago. He does fall forward when the chains break, legs having gone unused for far too long to hold his weight. Then the thought is gone, lost in a mixture of dread and shame and delirium. ]
Oh dear. Have I been outsmarted? What can I possibly say to draw you here, into my clutches? [ Carmilla's voice is no less self-satisfied as she flits back into view. ] Oh well. I suppose I shall have to settle for this old trap.
[ ...and with that she slams a foot down on her side of the walkway with enough force that the stone cracks, sending the turret crashing downward. ]
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Oh dear. Have I been outsmarted? What can I possibly say to draw you here, into my clutches? [ Carmilla's voice is no less self-satisfied as she flits back into view. ] Oh well. I suppose I shall have to settle for this old trap.
[ ...and with that she slams a foot down on her side of the walkway with enough force that the stone cracks, sending the turret crashing downward. ]