[ It would work wonders against normal Sascha. He wouldn't want to do more than cling to Winn, and he certainly wouldn't want to squeeze his wrists tighter or use his strength against him. He's no Bigby, but the Sheol is more than a match for someone like Winn. No offense.
Perhaps the only saving grace here is that despite how hard he squeezes he doesn't...actually want to hurt Winn. He doesn't even want to eat him, he finds, no matter how many feelings surface with the memories associated with it. It's appealing, but not for any reason attached to food or eating. It's appealing because he's...Sascha's, fond of it.
Which probably won't make the fact that he leans in near poor Winn's neck and takes another breath of it, gaze even as he stares into the wall. ]
Hold still. [ It's Sascha's voice, but not his tone. He would neve sound that solemn, serious, or...well. Purposeful. ]
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Perhaps the only saving grace here is that despite how hard he squeezes he doesn't...actually want to hurt Winn. He doesn't even want to eat him, he finds, no matter how many feelings surface with the memories associated with it. It's appealing, but not for any reason attached to food or eating. It's appealing because he's...Sascha's, fond of it.
Which probably won't make the fact that he leans in near poor Winn's neck and takes another breath of it, gaze even as he stares into the wall. ]
Hold still. [ It's Sascha's voice, but not his tone. He would neve sound that solemn, serious, or...well. Purposeful. ]