Even though it was tiny, Sobek picked up on the fear, a drop of blood in the waters. His nostrils flared. He could smell the iron and something else strange about the blood, but after the amount Eva left and the bits and pieces of Eneesh all over the throne room, his senses were already taken up by the heavier smells.
Sobek kept his hand against the man's chest, fingers curling slowly, raking tracks in the skin. An abnormal heartbeat. War drums of old. Much like the drums his people on Faiyum had been so fond of. One of things that his slaves here had never perfected. Sobek's fingers continued to dig in. Touching the man was like touching something that was an abomination in reality. Existing and bending the area and senses around them. Not just John Smith but the Doctor too.
New. Never before encountered in any Goa'uld. He could use these two.
The God withdrew his hand. Despite the adverse reaction, Sobek's face was neutral, unreadable, whereas before he'd oozed feral superiority, arrogance and grace. John's standing with him suddenly wasn't as clear as before.
Re: PART 2: Throne room - [The Master]
Sobek kept his hand against the man's chest, fingers curling slowly, raking tracks in the skin. An abnormal heartbeat. War drums of old. Much like the drums his people on Faiyum had been so fond of. One of things that his slaves here had never perfected. Sobek's fingers continued to dig in. Touching the man was like touching something that was an abomination in reality. Existing and bending the area and senses around them. Not just John Smith but the Doctor too.
New. Never before encountered in any Goa'uld. He could use these two.
The God withdrew his hand. Despite the adverse reaction, Sobek's face was neutral, unreadable, whereas before he'd oozed feral superiority, arrogance and grace. John's standing with him suddenly wasn't as clear as before.