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From:

temperedinpride

That does match the man I believe him to be.

[Shh shhh runs his fingers through Lucifel's hair.]

From:

sancrimony

[ whimpers again with a little stuttered breath—but the sleep wins out, even as his shoulders bunch and lahabrea can see his eyes shifting under his eyelids he remains largely prone, slumping again after a moment ]

From:

innerdaemons

[ he takes a break from talking for a moment to just indulge -- lifting the kidney up to his mouth and taking a bite of it with a pleased sigh after he chews and swallows. ]

Delicious. As if he were truly made for this purpose.

From:

temperedinpride

[Shh shhhhh he strokes his hair, his face, gentle and warm and kind.]

To be consumed? I suppose, in a way, he was.

From:

sancrimony

[ bread soft and warm.... ]

From:

innerdaemons

Why else would he have such a taste, hmm? If not for being consumed.

From:

temperedinpride

Hm. I believe it is generally more metaphorical in his case. But the man's fate is tragedy. And he seems bound and determined to stick to that fate.

From:

sancrimony

[ bread? that's rude ]

From:

innerdaemons

Then this situation is fitting for that as well, hmm?

[ the tragedy of having one's kidney while asleep

which, absinthe is resuming doing, uncaring of the water-blood that drips down his chin and onto his suit to join the rest of the mess there ]

From:

temperedinpride

Hm...

[He sounds a little fond as he looks at Lucifel.]

I do not dislike men like him. It is a shame. But at least he can be of use to you. I wonder if that would comfort him? Likely not.

From:

sancrimony

[ maybe a little paler for all the blood leaving his body (although with this angle the blood is staying there that's just internal bleeding)—still, more peacefully asleep now that absinthe's taken out his meal. he doesn't dislike you either bread ]

From:

innerdaemons

[ he finishes off the last bite of the organ and then just, takes the knife to delve right back in there -- though he can't directly access his lungs and heart and the like with his ribs in the way he can still grab a fistful of intestines. ]

Mm. I imagine not, considering the insults he was slinging at me previously.

From:

temperedinpride

What did he call you again? Monster?

From:

sancrimony

[

whimpers again, the little furrow in his brow returning; by now there's a cold sweat starting to form on his face, though some color starts to return to his cheeks ]

Edited Date: 2020-09-03 06:28 am (UTC)

From:

innerdaemons

A vile serpent as well! My feelings were quite hurt.

[ he's cutting through some of the tissue holding the intestines together before dragging them out, not seeming to notice the color in Lucifel's cheeks. ]

From:

temperedinpride

[He's noticing though, tracing a finger over the dusting of pink.]

Hmm..? Oh. Yes, I am sorry you were so wounded.

From:

sancrimony

[ wincing again, shifting—trying to move to lay on his stomach, now ]

From:

innerdaemons

You do not sound terribly sympathetic.

[ he slices a chunk of his intestine and puts it in his mouth, one hand occupied doing that while the other holds onto his hip to keep him from turning. ]

From:

temperedinpride

Simply curious about his reactions to this. They are a bit strange. besides, you do not actually care what he called you.

...Do you?

From:

sancrimony

[ certainly not moving with enough force to actually turn over if he's being stopped, though he just kind of tries to roll to lie down on his back instead ]

From:

innerdaemons

Not truly, know, but you can at least pretend as if it matterd more.
[ he'll allow for that! he will be taking his hand out of him to grab his knife again, starting to extend the cut from his side to the front of his belly. ]

From:

temperedinpride

[Pet pet. Shhhpet]

It would matter if you cared, I assure you.

From:

sancrimony

[ with himself on his back, and with absinthe cutting through his clothing and through his skin, absinthe and lahabrea can both see the faint glow of something red under the clothing at his stomach; moreover, when absinthe reaches a certain point with the knife lucifel jerks in his spot. he's still plainly asleep with how he's otherwise prone, but from the back of his throat he lets out a groan, cheeks flushing darker ]

From:

innerdaemons

[ he tips his head into the pets, distracted for a moment from his slicing, with a sigh --

and then pauses as he notices the glow. his free hand moves to tug his shirt up, see what's causing that. ]