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[ what did it taste like, that time she passed her venom into his mouth--? that's the first answer that pops into his confused brain.
also, that this always feels so good when it's a Rose. like there's an element of sensation, somewhere inside of him, that is absent, otherwise, even if he still likes an exchange. ]
also, that this always feels so good when it's a Rose. like there's an element of sensation, somewhere inside of him, that is absent, otherwise, even if he still likes an exchange. ]
[Peeled off with no small amount of indignity]
Fucking demons, man!
I got a fuckin'...KISS CURSE.
Fucking demons, man!
I got a fuckin'...KISS CURSE.
Crescendo and I summoned the Doki-Doki Demon. She disabled the self-destruct mechanism in my microchip, but in exchange she possessed me with the overwhelming desire to mack on presumably the most annoying motherfucker I could find.
[SHE WAS HOPING IT WOULD PASS IF SHE JUST HID FROM IT LONG ENOUGH.]
[SHE WAS HOPING IT WOULD PASS IF SHE JUST HID FROM IT LONG ENOUGH.]
It was just a one-time thing!! So don't get used to it!!
[-- she said, like a liar.]
[-- she said, like a liar.]
No. I was here first, having a perfectly lovely day thinking about murder-suicide. You can leave if you're in such a hurry.
[That sounds gay]
[She sits down next to him, because being on edge is too tiring to maintain rn]
Yeah? Ever tried it?
[She sits down next to him, because being on edge is too tiring to maintain rn]
Yeah? Ever tried it?
[He doesn't get much of a feel before she grabs his hand and pulls it off, holding it tight.]
Must be nice being worth any at all.
Must be nice being worth any at all.
[She sits there for a beat, and then another, holding his hand so he can't pull it away or put it somewhere even less tolerable.]
[...And then she climbs up into the lap of this stupidly oversized man and curls up against his chest.]
[...And then she climbs up into the lap of this stupidly oversized man and curls up against his chest.]
[ he holds her. it's almost alarmingly tender.
his voice is a tactile thing, this close; a soothing thrum as he asks, ]
And how would you do it, my Wild Rose? If you were to take someone with you down into that long night?
his voice is a tactile thing, this close; a soothing thrum as he asks, ]
And how would you do it, my Wild Rose? If you were to take someone with you down into that long night?
[She nestles into his arms, ear against his chest so she can hear his heart.]
[He's so warm.]
[Her own body is ... not cold, exactly, but not 110 degrees, either. His body heat is comforting, even on a day as warm as this one.]
Vengefully.
Even now... even when it hurts, even when I want it to be over... I can't bring myself to let go. I've been flirting with the end of a knife for days, but I can't get myself to do it.
So... I think if it were going to happen, I'd provoke it. Intentionally make myself vulnerable. Bare my throat, so to speak, or curl up in their arms, begging to be taken.
And with my last breath, I'd hook my claws in their throat and take them with me.
[He's so warm.]
[Her own body is ... not cold, exactly, but not 110 degrees, either. His body heat is comforting, even on a day as warm as this one.]
Vengefully.
Even now... even when it hurts, even when I want it to be over... I can't bring myself to let go. I've been flirting with the end of a knife for days, but I can't get myself to do it.
So... I think if it were going to happen, I'd provoke it. Intentionally make myself vulnerable. Bare my throat, so to speak, or curl up in their arms, begging to be taken.
And with my last breath, I'd hook my claws in their throat and take them with me.
Mm.
[Without lifting her face from where it's tucked against his chest, she gives her sleeve a gentle shake, dislodging the switchblade she's been keeping up there for the last few days while she musters up the courage to use it.]
[It's the one from the betrayal ritual, all those months back, all folded up into a little dark rectangle.]
[It falls into her hand, and she offers it up where he can easily take it.]
I'm tired, Reverence.
Tired of dreading this.
[Without lifting her face from where it's tucked against his chest, she gives her sleeve a gentle shake, dislodging the switchblade she's been keeping up there for the last few days while she musters up the courage to use it.]
[It's the one from the betrayal ritual, all those months back, all folded up into a little dark rectangle.]
[It falls into her hand, and she offers it up where he can easily take it.]
I'm tired, Reverence.
Tired of dreading this.
[ he takes it.
he holds it aloft of them both, and moves his thumb down upon it slowly, until the glimmering blade springs out from its sheath with a merry sound.
with the same good humor he'd used to suggest this as a good day to die, ]
I despise handling weaponry... the cold, dense sense of metal in the hand...
Ah, but what's one more sweet little favor for me to do you?
he holds it aloft of them both, and moves his thumb down upon it slowly, until the glimmering blade springs out from its sheath with a merry sound.
with the same good humor he'd used to suggest this as a good day to die, ]
I despise handling weaponry... the cold, dense sense of metal in the hand...
Ah, but what's one more sweet little favor for me to do you?
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