Fufu. Something as miniscule as a fire on my chest won't be enough to turn me into stone.
[ that certainly is an odd euphemism for dying, but! shylock as always takes this in stride, still having the gall to chuckle at emily'd apparent distress despite being the one in utter pain just now. what can he say, he's used to it.
which is why when emily makes that request, shylock is barely holding back the urge to waggle his eyebrows at her. this!! isn't the time!!! ]
Who am I to deny such a demand?
[ he unbuttons his shirt, and the first thing emily will see is his crest -- a lily-shaped black tattoo right above his chest, a little singed from the fire but otherwise manageable. nothing too badly burned. ]
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[ that certainly is an odd euphemism for dying, but! shylock as always takes this in stride, still having the gall to chuckle at emily'd apparent distress despite being the one in utter pain just now. what can he say, he's used to it.
which is why when emily makes that request, shylock is barely holding back the urge to waggle his eyebrows at her. this!! isn't the time!!! ]
Who am I to deny such a demand?
[ he unbuttons his shirt, and the first thing emily will see is his crest -- a lily-shaped black tattoo right above his chest, a little singed from the fire but otherwise manageable. nothing too badly burned. ]