*killua's digs sharpened nails into his knees, head storming. he can't get past the realization that if he'd refused her, not only would he have died but everyone he loves -- maybe even alluka herself. he could have massacred the whole airship. one hand clutches at his side instead, grips at the flesh he'd torn open to sate her hunger.*
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Date: 2023-11-24 04:36 am (UTC)*killua's digs sharpened nails into his knees, head storming. he can't get past the realization that if he'd refused her, not only would he have died but everyone he loves -- maybe even alluka herself. he could have massacred the whole airship. one hand clutches at his side instead, grips at the flesh he'd torn open to sate her hunger.*
what... what is she?