All of that seems to pass through Jon's ears to no effect; only when Jean-Claude infuses his voice does Jon react with a soft, wanting sigh. It sates him only fleetingly and then he is left with a growing frustration. Hungry again. Starving.
Had Jon considered the matter more deeply beforehand, it might have occurred to him that Jean-Claude's appetite would be sublimated into him through the statement. But Jon had never been well-known for foresight whereas his employee evaluations consistently pointed to issues of over-indulgence when it came to collecting statements.
Those incidents of over-indulgence had usually involved chasing down other avatars for answers. Trying to understand what was happening to him and how to control it. But Jon had found that avatars were even less interested than other supernatural creatures with unnatural appetites; their gods were each an fathomless maw, and feeding it was bliss.
"Tell me," he says again, and this time it is a firm yank on Jean-Claude's mind; there is the undercurrent of a growl thrumming through the words.
no subject
Had Jon considered the matter more deeply beforehand, it might have occurred to him that Jean-Claude's appetite would be sublimated into him through the statement. But Jon had never been well-known for foresight whereas his employee evaluations consistently pointed to issues of over-indulgence when it came to collecting statements.
Those incidents of over-indulgence had usually involved chasing down other avatars for answers. Trying to understand what was happening to him and how to control it. But Jon had found that avatars were even less interested than other supernatural creatures with unnatural appetites; their gods were each an fathomless maw, and feeding it was bliss.
"Tell me," he says again, and this time it is a firm yank on Jean-Claude's mind; there is the undercurrent of a growl thrumming through the words.