[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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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.]