As she stood in her silent prayer to the stars after her shower, Mr. S would loom behind her, pale fingertips slowly resting over still warm, moistened bare shoulders, the creature crouching low to meet her height, the now familiar sound of ripping flesh and cloth meeting her ear that told her he had revealed his mouth for her. Sarah could feel his cold, slick tongue trace her neck and earlobe as a hand pet her hair, his massive jaws articulating weakly.<br/><br/>Sarah....My darling.....I...Can take you...from here..." Rasped his weak, tortured voice before she felt his cold broken lips against her neck in affection. "Keep you...." he inhaled with a rasp. "safe.." It was hard for him to speak physically, being so damaged and having not done so in so many years. he approached further so she was resting to his chest, his long limbs resting about her middle. "My Sarah.." he rasped fondly. His breath and touch may have been icy and frozen but his words and his affection was always so warm towards her.