innerdaemons | continuations (nsfw)

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[ Absinthe is definitely taking that as a plea for more -- even if it's not a genuine one, since he knows Thancred is playing this up for him.

he leans further over him, getting better leverage to be able to pick up the pace and using his hold on his hip for that as well -- he groans as the next thrust into him is done with enough force it'll push Thancred back on the floor a little and he has to tug him back onto his cock, finger squeezing too-tight over Thancred's own shaft.

it doesn't seem like it'll take long, at this rate, for Absinthe to finish, so worked up from Thancred's misery. ]

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jobchange

[He lets himself whimper at that, wincing at the pain and trembling with the stress. He hates it. He hates all of this so much!

Fortunately, it seems he's getting his chance to retaliate. He tangles one hand in Absinthe's hair again, pulling him in close to kiss him with only half-faked desperation. For a few more seconds he's playing along, pressing his body into Absinthe's as hard as he can and whining against his lips. But just at the last moment, when they're both dangerously close to the edge, he'll tighten his fingers in Absinthe's hair and abruptly shove sideways with all the strength he can muster, aiming to slam his head into to the side of the buffet table with crushing force.

It'll definitely make his injured wrist worse, but he doesn't care. He's just going to try to bash Absinthe's head in, with as many blows as necessary to prove he is absolutely not going to get up.]

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innerdaemons

[ fortunately for Thancred -- much like he predicted, he's far too lost in his own pleasure (and Thancred's suffering) to really be keeping too aware for that. the hand in his hair is just another point of stimulation, a discomfort that melds in with everything else as he moans against his mouth --

so when his head is jerked to get bashed into the side of the buffet table he's dazed enough, his hips stilling, that he doesn't react in time to stop the next one. or the next one, or the one after that -- though his fingers scrabble at him, for the knife, for anything after the first few hits

after the others, he slumps against him, if not dead at the very least unconscious. ]

From:

jobchange

[Once he's still, Thancred grabs the knife. He can't be sure. He can't-- so he puts the point at the base of Absinthe's skull and shoves, up into his head. After that, he can breathe. But that just means everything hits him at once, so he's left under the body, hyperventilating and nowhere near coherent.

Everything hurts. Both physically and emotionally he feels wrecked. When he goes to shove the corpse off of him, it gets worse -- because Absinthe is bigger than Thancred and with all his injuries and the adrenaline crash he can't actually do it. His arms feel like jelly and he can't steady them at all.

He'll manage it eventually, once he's had a bit to recover. But for now he's trapped in that position, breaking down into quiet tears and hating himself more than ever.]

From:

sancrimony

[ hi what's going on in here

from here he mostly like, sees the dead body so he's just coming over to roll the body over, trying to see who the fuck this is ]

From:

crystallinelore

[well first he's spotting lucifel. it makes sense, after all, he's simply more upright! but he approaches lucifel and finds...]

Oh, seven hells.

[he doesn't quite have the angle to see thancred yet either.]

From:

jobchange

[He is... still freaking out. Just making soft, small noises of distress underneath the corpse! Once they're close enough the situation is abundantly clear, given the position and state of Thancred's everything. And the instant he notices them he goes dead silent.

He didn't think he could be more mortified than he already was, but having friends find him like this is beyond humiliating.]

From:

sancrimony

—

[ he nearly jumps from seeing the other—corpse? is that a corpse? is that

no he doesn't

?? ]

T-Thancred-san!?

[ worry twists his expression and he more bodily shoves absinthe to the side ]

From:

crystallinelore

Thancr--

[oh.

oh fuck.

immediately scrambling over to drop to his knees at Thancred's side]

Oh--

From:

jobchange

Ngh--

[Having the corpse moved is a relief, but also painful. It jostles his injuries and, well, up til that moment he still had a dick in him! Which is awful.

The moment he can, he's pressing himself against the blood-smeared buffet table and curling into a ball. It's a very clumsy effort. There's so much blood, and he's so tired...]

D-Do not... look at me like that.

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sancrimony

[ immediately shrugging off his jacket, offering it to him ]

I—

[ glancing to the buffet table and wincing, down to absinthe's body and wincing again, sucking in a trembling breath ]

—I won't look . . . Thancred-san . . .

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crystallinelore

[c. closing his eyes, ears flat.]

I am-- sorry...

[he doesn't know what to do. he's so angry and nauseatingly upset, but he doesn't know how to even try to help without risking making things worse.]

From:

jobchange

[He looks up long enough to accept the jacket at least. He'll be less embarrassed with everything covered up. But still, he's shaking uncontrollably and his breathing is next to hysterical.

He's willing himself to calm down, but he can't.]

Are you both alright?

From:

sancrimony

[ still looking away, anxiously looking to the door and to the corpse next to him and to noah and everywhere but thancred ]

I'm alright. . .

From:

crystallinelore

I am unharmed.

[softly, hand fidgeting with the hem of his shirt for lack of a second arm to fidget with.]

How may we be of help?

From:

jobchange

[He responds to Noah's question with a manic giggle. What can they do...?]

Who knows?

[He feels disgusting and hopeless. What can possibly help with any of this?]

I wanted to protect you. If you are both well, what more could I ask?

From:

sancrimony

[ ccccclenches his jaw, looking down to the corpse for a moment ]

. . . There's a room with a bathing area upstairs, on the top floor. Let's go there.

From:

crystallinelore

[this was to protect them? this was...

that's gonna stick in his head forever.]

...Right.

[standing. offering Thancred his hand.]

From:

jobchange

[He looks at Noah's hand. Then down. Then back at it.

...He laughs again. He's so exhausted and traumatized he's getting giddy.]

I doubt I can stand, at the moment.

[Y'know. Because he got an axe to his leg. The cut below the knee is through the bone!]

From:

sancrimony

I can carry you.

[ . . . once theyyy uhhhh emergency tourniquet the axe probably?

which he's going to go ahead and start tearing up his own clothes to do that. maybe they should get rid of the leg entirely but he's not really sure how that should work ]

From:

crystallinelore

...right. My mistake.

[kneeling again to help with that. thank you sensible lucifel.]

From:

jobchange

You are working too hard on this, when there is a simpler solution.

[He's grateful for the help, really. But he's also in so much pain he's losing it a bit, so he reaches over and pokes Noah in the ear while also saying disturbing things:]

Kill me. Please.

From:

sancrimony

—Thancred-san!

[ it comes out a little harshly, maybe, but not unkind—he's tightening the tourniquet tightly, now ]

Please, don't say something like that!

From:

crystallinelore

[his ear flicks and he pouts at thancred momentarily, then the words actually like

penetrate

and he goes very, very still.]

From:

jobchange

Ah--

[That fucking hurts! And he's used to this kind of hurt, because it's just medical attention and he's a fighter and all. But on an emotional level he is just not equipped to have any more pain inflicted on him, helpful or not!

So he reacts by shuddering and whining, visibly shaken by it and ashamed of himself.]

...Please.

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