[ he can feel each snap of a rib, the rending of flesh, the way his insides are getting hoisted out of him and tossed like they're nothing. and they are, mostly--he doesn't need them like humans do, but it's still surreal to watch it happen.
a part of him is cognizant of the fact that he wants this to help her like their talks, their plans had. this is just more extreme.
his voice is thin and reedy when he speaks again, once again barely audible. ]
Does it feel good? Can you imagine it being our enemies?
[ but that's when her hand tightens at his throat and he presses into it, falling silent--he doesn't need to breathe, which is good because once she rips his throat out he wouldn't have been able to. the noise he makes is thick and wet and choking but his good hand reaches out blindly to grasp at her hip, to slide fingertips beneath the fabric of her shirt. tying violence in with sexuality, as is his wont.
he can't speak right now, so he doesn't, the blood burbling out of his open throat and pouring down his chest. ]
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a part of him is cognizant of the fact that he wants this to help her like their talks, their plans had. this is just more extreme.
his voice is thin and reedy when he speaks again, once again barely audible. ]
Does it feel good? Can you imagine it being our enemies?
[ but that's when her hand tightens at his throat and he presses into it, falling silent--he doesn't need to breathe, which is good because once she rips his throat out he wouldn't have been able to. the noise he makes is thick and wet and choking but his good hand reaches out blindly to grasp at her hip, to slide fingertips beneath the fabric of her shirt. tying violence in with sexuality, as is his wont.
he can't speak right now, so he doesn't, the blood burbling out of his open throat and pouring down his chest. ]