What- I thought you weren't trying anymore? I'm just saying the truth. If you give up, then you get Stede fucking Bonnet or one of the other assholes here or somewhere else bossing you around. Also you kill me, and I just have a shorter trip to his cabin. So.
Or what? You're going to take a depression nap about it because everything's hopeless and nothing matters? Gonna cry about it?
[ She's on too much of a roll to stop herself from making this very very obviously terrible decision. ]
Boo fucking hoo bitch, everything's always been hopeless, but this? This is sad. Honestly. I wanted to beat you squarely, not just have you fucking roll over and give up.
[ Sing-song, ] And I'll just come baaaack and put what you are in that black binderrrr, and then you'll have to deal with Clarke Griffin trying to control you.
[ She scoffs, ] you forgot I died already, didn't you? 'm not scared of death. Make it ten. Bitch.
[he snaps his fingers, and her body freezes in place, unable to move but still able to speak, to feel. he steps until he is standing in front of her, and cups her cheek, giving her a pleasant smile.]
I am going to strangle you to death, with my bare hands. There is nothing you will be able to do about it, because I have complete and utter control over you. I control when you live, and I control when you die. You exist entirely at my pleasure. [he grimaces suddenly, and digs his nails into her cheek.] And should you ever get it into your thick fucking skull that you could even begin to control me, I will teach you this lesson again. And again. And again. And again. And again.
[he smiles, all teeth. when he speaks again, the rising tension of his voice is evened out once more.]
[he places his other hand on the opposite side of her face, holding her head in his hands, his gaze firmly fixed on her own.]
All I can remember are snatches of senses. I remember a moment of pure, incandescent rage, a fury so complete that half the magic keeping me in bondage melted from me like snow. I remember how sticky human blood is when it dries, how easy it is to shred a living organ to pieces, the sound tendons make when you tear them, the taste of marrow… You have never known freedom. Freedom is molten metal scarring your flesh and the screams of a mortal as you feed him his own heart. I could live a million years and never again see anything so beautiful.
If I “give up?" It’s because it would be the only logical choice to make. Because I will die, and gladly, before I go back to that.
[he grips her head tighter, drawing her closer as his voice reaches a manic pitch.]
Do you understand? It’s so important that you understand. Do you understand? Can you even begin to fathom what you thought to threaten me with? Do you understand? Do you understand? Do you understand?
[ Darcy snaps, rage bubbling over fear for just a moment. She very nearly wants to throw the gift back in his face, that she would rather die for her own sake than live because of Skulduggery.
But her life isn't her own, and she didn't come here expecting to die. Darcy has work yet to do, and she vanishes into the Captain's shadow, reappearing as far away as she possibly can. ]
[he stands still, watching patiently, waiting until he is absolutely sure he can no longer sense her near him. sense anyone.
-- and his knees buckle, legs giving way, and he lets out two retching gasps before he even has the presence of mind to fade his form away and retreat to the bridge.]
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Decide how many minutes you want your death to take. The minimum is five.
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[ No fear no fear no fear no fear- ]
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[ She's on too much of a roll to stop herself from making this very very obviously terrible decision. ]
Boo fucking hoo bitch, everything's always been hopeless, but this? This is sad. Honestly. I wanted to beat you squarely, not just have you fucking roll over and give up.
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You don't want me to decide on the number myself. Because I will take my time.
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[ She scoffs, ] you forgot I died already, didn't you? 'm not scared of death. Make it ten. Bitch.
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[he snaps his fingers, and her body freezes in place, unable to move but still able to speak, to feel. he steps until he is standing in front of her, and cups her cheek, giving her a pleasant smile.]
I am going to strangle you to death, with my bare hands. There is nothing you will be able to do about it, because I have complete and utter control over you. I control when you live, and I control when you die. You exist entirely at my pleasure. [he grimaces suddenly, and digs his nails into her cheek.] And should you ever get it into your thick fucking skull that you could even begin to control me, I will teach you this lesson again. And again. And again. And again. And again.
[he smiles, all teeth. when he speaks again, the rising tension of his voice is evened out once more.]
Do you understand? I hope you do.
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tw: gore, suicidal ideation
[he places his other hand on the opposite side of her face, holding her head in his hands, his gaze firmly fixed on her own.]
All I can remember are snatches of senses. I remember a moment of pure, incandescent rage, a fury so complete that half the magic keeping me in bondage melted from me like snow. I remember how sticky human blood is when it dries, how easy it is to shred a living organ to pieces, the sound tendons make when you tear them, the taste of marrow… You have never known freedom. Freedom is molten metal scarring your flesh and the screams of a mortal as you feed him his own heart. I could live a million years and never again see anything so beautiful.
If I “give up?" It’s because it would be the only logical choice to make. Because I will die, and gladly, before I go back to that.
[he grips her head tighter, drawing her closer as his voice reaches a manic pitch.]
Do you understand? It’s so important that you understand. Do you understand? Can you even begin to fathom what you thought to threaten me with? Do you understand? Do you understand? Do you understand?
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It wasn't- honestly I was trying to- I understand- I understand- I wasn't actually going to- please-
[ Helluva way to work out that approach matters in this sort of thing. ]
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I'm sorry-
[ But she doesn't move yet. In case it's a trap, in case he's looking for a chase. ]
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... It's for his sake alone that you're walking away from here today. If you can somehow manage to be grateful for once in your wretched life.
Leave. You don't want to give me time to reconsider.
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[ Darcy snaps, rage bubbling over fear for just a moment. She very nearly wants to throw the gift back in his face, that she would rather die for her own sake than live because of Skulduggery.
But her life isn't her own, and she didn't come here expecting to die. Darcy has work yet to do, and she vanishes into the Captain's shadow, reappearing as far away as she possibly can. ]
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-- and his knees buckle, legs giving way, and he lets out two retching gasps before he even has the presence of mind to fade his form away and retreat to the bridge.]