[For long seconds, there is no sound. The darkness is thick as honey, coagulating all around them as the Cut quivers between his hands.
Waiting.
A bated breath, caught in his throat at the sight of those red lights. Like eyes and they tilt comically in the midst of his shadows.
Peter is not the only one who is not strictly human, but there is no advantage of telling Daisy's secret and he knows, better than most, just what fear might drive a man to. Peter might not want to hunt down or experiment with other near-humans, but until the Darkling knows more, he keeps quiet.]
no subject
Waiting.
A bated breath, caught in his throat at the sight of those red lights. Like eyes and they tilt comically in the midst of his shadows.
Peter is not the only one who is not strictly human, but there is no advantage of telling Daisy's secret and he knows, better than most, just what fear might drive a man to. Peter might not want to hunt down or experiment with other near-humans, but until the Darkling knows more, he keeps quiet.]
How can I be sure it's you.
Jump.