She surprises him. So, of course, he laughs -- it even mostly hides the wince. Even if he's laughing, his expression is opaque. He grabs a handful of her hair with his free hand. ]
[her hand comes up to grip the dull edge of the blade almost instantly, but doesn't move --]
I wonder!
[--and then shoves on the blade, forward and away, tearing a third of the way through her neck in a single cut - and if the follow-through points the knife away from her neck, it's nothing more than a ... simple ... side effect.]
[oops i appear to be getting blood everywhere!]
[her other hand closing around Mukuro's knee and the CRUNCH that follows as she squeezes tightly enough to shatter the bone ... could likewise be termed "a simple side effect".]
[ Then he laughs, and it's definitely forced because now he's breathing heavily and trying -- with both hands -- to turn the knife back to her. It's almost a wildly desperate gesture, except he's holding onto his control with all he can. ]
[it's not going to budge - except suddenly it does, as she ... very clearly lets - it bite into the meat of her shoulder, with a serene, soft little smile.]
[her hand comes down on his wrist then, with a gesture that looks gentle - but if he tries to pull the knife away and turn it otherwise, he'll find it's not such a soft grip as it looks.]
[as her head lolls, loose with torn musculature and woozy from loss of blood, she turns one slip of the neck into a lean, and leans over to press her face against his arm, breathing in the smell of his skin before pulling away and letting her head roll back, eyes rolling up briefly before refocusing again.]
[she gasps, a wet, sloppy sound, and then gasps again.]
[it's only on the third gasp that it probably becomes recognizable as something like happy, pleased laughter.]
[ Briefly, he tries to force the knife, but gives up when it becomes obvious he can't.
He tenses when she leans, forcing himself to not struggle and only relaxes (just by a hair) when she makes noises like laughter.
His own breath is coming in gasps, but that's because he's panicking a little. After a few moments though he starts laughing too -- though it's not happy, or pleased, just . . . laughter to fill the air. ]
[the laughter turns into a relaxed sigh when he starts to laugh with her, and she gently plucks at the knife - with the same sort of gentleness as before, that promises a broken hand if he resists, but that's hardly stopping him from trying anyway.]
[tossing the knife away, carelessly - but not so far away he can't get it back later! she's so considerate - and hauling herself over beside him, breathing hoarsely but contentedly through two holes, one of which is sealing up at a visibly measurable rate as she moves.]
[there's a peaceful smile on her face that's utterly at odds with her appearance, and she leans in against his shoulder, almost but not quite nuzzling.]
[she waits until her throat is mostly sealed up again before speaking a word.]
... anywhere but my head and heart, Acedia. I'll let you touch me anywhere you like, any time. But for those, you need permission.
No, but if it's one of those two places ... you have to respect me if I say no.
[it doesn't sound like the implicit threat of "or this might happen again" has even crossed her mind, from the tone of voice she's using. but maybe it doesn't need to.]
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She surprises him. So, of course, he laughs -- it even mostly hides the wince. Even if he's laughing, his expression is opaque. He grabs a handful of her hair with his free hand. ]
Hm, is this your way of reminding me?
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[but doesn't sound unnerved, only surprised. and excited.]
Are you reminded?
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[ yanks on her hair, quite hard. ]
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[scrapes her fingers across the side of his throat at odd angles to his jaw, with similar ferocity, in reply.]
Maybe I just like hurting you to see what you'll do to me in return.
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Then you won't mind if I do something more?
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[running a thin red stripe under his jaw with a bloodied fingernail.] All I want, right now, is more.
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Ah, how nice.
[ continues to pull on her hair and finally lifts his hand off of hers. Then he picks up his knife and rests the edge against her neck. ]
How far will you let me go?
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I wonder!
[--and then shoves on the blade, forward and away, tearing a third of the way through her neck in a single cut - and if the follow-through points the knife away from her neck, it's nothing more than a ... simple ... side effect.]
[oops i appear to be getting blood everywhere!]
[her other hand closing around Mukuro's knee and the CRUNCH that follows as she squeezes tightly enough to shatter the bone ... could likewise be termed "a simple side effect".]
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-- nghhh!
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[her hand comes down on his wrist then, with a gesture that looks gentle - but if he tries to pull the knife away and turn it otherwise, he'll find it's not such a soft grip as it looks.]
[as her head lolls, loose with torn musculature and woozy from loss of blood, she turns one slip of the neck into a lean, and leans over to press her face against his arm, breathing in the smell of his skin before pulling away and letting her head roll back, eyes rolling up briefly before refocusing again.]
[she gasps, a wet, sloppy sound, and then gasps again.]
[it's only on the third gasp that it probably becomes recognizable as something like happy, pleased laughter.]
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He tenses when she leans, forcing himself to not struggle and only relaxes (just by a hair) when she makes noises like laughter.
His own breath is coming in gasps, but that's because he's panicking a little. After a few moments though he starts laughing too -- though it's not happy, or pleased, just . . . laughter to fill the air. ]
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[there's a peaceful smile on her face that's utterly at odds with her appearance, and she leans in against his shoulder, almost but not quite nuzzling.]
[she waits until her throat is mostly sealed up again before speaking a word.]
... anywhere but my head and heart, Acedia. I'll let you touch me anywhere you like, any time. But for those, you need permission.
[the worst part is, the offer's sincere.]
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Just . . . those two places? Do I have to do more than ask?
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No, but if it's one of those two places ... you have to respect me if I say no.
[it doesn't sound like the implicit threat of "or this might happen again" has even crossed her mind, from the tone of voice she's using. but maybe it doesn't need to.]
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I suppose . . . I can live with that.
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[is she getting cuddly and vaguely hyperactive now. YES SHE IS.]
I'd never offer you more than I thought you could handle, you know!
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That's very nice of you, thank you.
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[leaning up against him, quiet, being DISTRESSINGLY CUDDLY, and then:]
You should fuck me.
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I'm not sure I have the motivation right now.
[ tiredly reaches up and presses a finger against her neck ]
That was what I really wanted. . .
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I'd like you to.
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I think you're a bit more energetic than I am.
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I'm smaller. There's less room for me to run around in here.
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