[ 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. ]
[ 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 ]
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. ]
[ 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 ]
[ underneath his shirt looks to be a tattoo that wraps around his bellybutton, tapering down to his pelvis; it's broken up into fourteen parts, though some parts are hidden under his skirt and tights. most all of them are dull red outlines, but one of them—the closest, partially cut by absinthe's knife—glows in pulses, bright red beginning to fill the outline. ]
[ to the touch he groans again, brows knitting together while his hips barely lift from the bed; the pulsing mark settles, completely filled in color now ]
[ pressing his face down against lahabrea's thigh, his breath picking up audibly as his hips lift again; under the skirt, his erection starts to stir, skirt and tights keeping it from being particularly defined but the tenting becoming apparent nonetheless ]
That is what makes them fun to play with, my friend. What depravity they sink to.
[ he rubs his hand over the tent briefly before that hand lifts and he sinks his fingertips into the cut on his belly, widening it forcibly with his digits alone, stroking the tattoo all the while. ]
he moans again, twitching and shifting, trying to turn onto his side—still, his erection only becomes more apparent, as another piece of the tattoo begins to pulse faintly with light ]
[ Absinthe has his gaze cast downward, fixated on Lucifel at the moment, not noticing the knife - - prying his fingers in and only picking up his own knife when he meets muscle his fingers can't get through, slicing though there as well. ]
if you were wondering whether off button or literally choking on his own blood would win out, congrats, it's the off button. he chokes, loud and wet, even as his hips buck to the feeling of fingers and metal against his tattoo, his whole body convulsing with each cough ]
[He keeps petting Lucifel until he stops choking and then stabs the knife in his chest like you might stick a fork in steak to just kinda hold it there.]
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Re: PRESIDENTIAL SUITE
Date: 2020-09-03 07:34 am (UTC)[ 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. ]
Re: PRESIDENTIAL SUITE
Date: 2020-09-03 08:13 am (UTC)...Do you?
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Date: 2020-09-03 08:15 am (UTC)Re: PRESIDENTIAL SUITE
Date: 2020-09-04 03:55 am (UTC)[ 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. ]
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Date: 2020-09-04 05:12 am (UTC)It would matter if you cared, I assure you.
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Date: 2020-09-04 05:18 am (UTC)Re: PRESIDENTIAL SUITE
Date: 2020-09-04 05:23 am (UTC)and then pauses as he notices the glow. his free hand moves to tug his shirt up, see what's causing that. ]
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Date: 2020-09-04 05:39 am (UTC)Has he always been into this sort of treatment?
[Also looking to see what's glowing.]
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Date: 2020-09-04 05:46 am (UTC)Re: PRESIDENTIAL SUITE
Date: 2020-09-04 06:13 am (UTC)[ curiously he presses against it with his fingertips, swiping blood over the tattoo ]
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Date: 2020-09-04 06:29 am (UTC)Re: PRESIDENTIAL SUITE
Date: 2020-09-04 06:33 am (UTC)Re: PRESIDENTIAL SUITE
Date: 2020-09-04 06:36 am (UTC)[ he strokes over the tattoo, watching how his hips move, while he puts the knife down to stroke down his leg to his thigh. ]
I wonder if it intense enough a sensation for him to climax, just like this. Even as he is being torn apart.
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Date: 2020-09-04 06:45 am (UTC)Do you always play with your meals so? You know they're rather disgusting creatures.
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Date: 2020-09-04 06:50 am (UTC)Re: PRESIDENTIAL SUITE
Date: 2020-09-04 07:01 am (UTC)[ he rubs his hand over the tent briefly before that hand lifts and he sinks his fingertips into the cut on his belly, widening it forcibly with his digits alone, stroking the tattoo all the while. ]
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Date: 2020-09-04 07:08 am (UTC)He reaches into his coat to pull out a knife.]
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Date: 2020-09-04 07:10 am (UTC)he moans again, twitching and shifting, trying to turn onto his side—still, his erection only becomes more apparent, as another piece of the tattoo begins to pulse faintly with light ]
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Date: 2020-09-04 07:16 am (UTC)Re: PRESIDENTIAL SUITE
Date: 2020-09-04 07:17 am (UTC)Re: PRESIDENTIAL SUITE
Date: 2020-09-04 07:21 am (UTC)if you were wondering whether off button or literally choking on his own blood would win out, congrats, it's the off button. he chokes, loud and wet, even as his hips buck to the feeling of fingers and metal against his tattoo, his whole body convulsing with each cough ]
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Date: 2020-09-04 07:31 am (UTC)he blinks at the sound and then finally looks - -, hand lifting from the the tattoo. ]
Feeling merciful, are we?
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Date: 2020-09-04 07:34 am (UTC)A bit of that. And perhaps some jealousy.
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Date: 2020-09-04 07:35 am (UTC)Re: PRESIDENTIAL SUITE
Date: 2020-09-04 07:38 am (UTC)[ he leans back a bit, raising a slick hand to try to cup the side of Lahabrea's face, swiping his lip with the water-blood. ]
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