innerdaemons | continuations (nsfw)

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[ pliant to being tugged, expression completely peaceful. this is a warm lap and this is a nice dream he likes it a lot thank you ]

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innerdaemons

That is true!

[ he's jabbing the knife in hilt deep into his side. sorry Lucifel, ]

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temperedinpride

[How good is off button versus stabs we're about to find out.]

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sancrimony

[ —winces still, brows knitting together as he turns his head with a whimper, but his eyes stay shut and he hardly moves beyond that besides a twitch of his fingers ]

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innerdaemons

It's quite strong, I see.

[ he's shifting the knife back and forth, steadily widening that wound, not caring about the waterblood that spills over and drips into his lap. ]

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temperedinpride

[Swiping a hand through the lily scented water blood and sniffing it. Weird.]

Useful... How strange his body is.

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sancrimony

[ look.

giving a shuddery sort of breath, a muted sort of cry like he's having a bad dream; again his fingers twitch, but despite the severity of the wound he doesn't seem to react otherwise ]

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innerdaemons

Are you sure you would not like a taste of him?

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temperedinpride

....

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temperedinpride

Your offer is generous but I would still decline.

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sancrimony

[ he's tasty though. ]

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innerdaemons

[ he drops his fingers, dipping them in the window he's opened and bringing them up to his mouth to taste ]

-- Mm. Are you certain? It's quite a unique taste.

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temperedinpride

[He's not into cannibalism you guys! But he is into Absinthe having a nice time.]

Describe it for me.

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sancrimony

[ his brows furrow a little again to the feeling of fingers inside of himself, but so long as bread keeps petting him it isn't there for long, and he's tilting his head to press closer to bread. comfy ]

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innerdaemons

It is almost like water. And there's a remnant of something ... sweet.

[ his knife twists some, tilting upwards to cut away at a patch of his skin so he can take a bit of that as well. ]

-- His flesh tastes like fruit.

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temperedinpride

...Fruit?

[He looks down at Lucifel and the petting does stop. Buddy?? What is wrong with your body?]

And water? I know he is some manner of spirit but still...

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sancrimony

[ —winces, the pain enough for him to groan a little, like he might start to stir soon ]

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innerdaemons

Mm. But he has not always tasted this way, which is the strange part.

[ he'll leave the head patting to Lahabrea, widening the wound with his knife.]

Edited Date: 2020-09-02 07:43 am (UTC)

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temperedinpride

[He looks at Lucifel and considers letting him wake, cupping his cheek a moment to examine his troubled and sleeping face.]

You've tasted him before? I did not know you had a history.

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sancrimony

[ hissing, turning away from absinthe while his hand presses to the—

injury?

what's happening. vvvvoices? taste? what ]

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innerdaemons

I have, though I believe he would much rather forget it.

[ he works his fingers into the wound once it's widened - - he's stabbed deep enough he can touch the edges of organs with his fingertips, testing Lucifel's reaction. ]

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temperedinpride

[And pressing the off button again sorry for your sadism Absinthe. Back to hair pets.]

Tell me about it.

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sancrimony

[ oh

good night. slumping again, any building tension immediately bleeding out ]

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innerdaemons

Well ... when he first learned of my condition he offered himself to me.

[ he squishes his fingers in deeper -- though it's hard to see exactly what he's doing without having Lucifel fully split open he'll be trying to take a hold of the biggest mass he can find, and in this case it just SO HAPPENS to be his kidney. ]