[It hurts but he's used to being hurt--just not in such a long time. He pushes himself up to his feet, stubborn and scared and not willing to just collapse into what he used to be.]
[He looks tense and stressed, he knows the threat isn't empty and it terrifies him. He doesn't want to be dragged back down to where he used to be. He can't handle that. He can't...]
[He's confident, relaxed, sitting on the bed and reaching his hand out to Tristan. He doesn't compel him to come over, magically, quite yet. He's giving him a chance to be obedient. Waiting to see how long it'll take before he'll fall back into his old patterns and take it.]
Come here. You know how it goes, don't you? I'll be merciful, if you're agreeable.
[He knows. If he does what Ariel wants it won't be as bad. He knows that game and he was good at it once. And though part of him despairs and just wants to give in, cry, he shakes his head.]
[He screams, shaking in pain and anger and fear, clawing at Ariel at the familiar feeling, hating it and hating that Ariel's right, part of him still reacts to this like he was always trained to, wanting it.]
[As if this is something anyone could relax through, or he doesn't enjoy Tristan screaming. He lifts his free hand to his face, petting him with false affection while he wiggles his fingers around inside, magic forcing Tristan to keep standing there.]
[He'll make Tristan play the same old games. He can see it on his face -- the sad creature he knew isn't gone. Tris may have changed a lot, but the person Ariel wants is there. He doesn't believe Tristan is strong enough to refuse giving it to him for too long.]
No--I'm not playing this game--I'm not playing any of them.
[He refuses, he really would rather die. He doesn't want this, it's horrible and he thought it was over, and the reality that it's all just happening again, that any attempt to change things was futile... Well, he's starting to cry and it's not really the pain of Ariel messing around in his guts.]
[He wipes at Tristan's tears with one hand, delighted, while from the other comes the wonderful feeling of countless tiny, devouring things, no bigger than the heads of pins, worming their way into Tristan's body]
You don't get to choose when you're playing, only how to move.
[He whimpers, wishing he could escape this, wanting to tear his own self apart to stop the feeling.]
[No no no no no no not again no. Maybe if he'd never changed things he'd be able to handle this like he used to, moan and beg and act however submissive and desperate Ariel wanted him to. But all he can do right now is choke of sobs, he can't, he really can't, he can't do this again.]
[Ariel's prepared for it to take time. The crying is attractive enough, and he pulls his hands back to let Tristan fall if he wants, do whatever he wants, with a gaping wound that's not bleeding out and that horrible sensation crawling throughout him. Ariel just sits on the edge of the bed and laughs, the same cheerful laugh that could have been mistaken for innocent, by someone who didn't know.]
You're so much better this way. I'm glad we can reconnect.
[He reaches for the wound and does, in fact, try to claw himself open, like he can rip the things out, hyperventilating and shaking as he drops to his knees, tearing at his own flesh feverishly like someone truly demented. He hates this, he hates that part of him likes this, and he's terrified of Ariel.]
[Maybe he can kill himself like this, maybe he can escape that way. Either way he's ignoring Ariel and continuing to claw at himself, desperate and quiet now, with a dazed and grim determination.]
Because. You, more than anything else in any world, belong to me.
[He holds Tris's hands just a little too tight, possessive -- whether there's a remnant of the changes to his head that Tris and Sion made is a mystery, but he's certainly attached.]
[He freezes, shuddering, staring at Ariel in horror, he can't do this again, already he's breaking down, losing it, and he's crying without noticing the hot tears on his face.]
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No.
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[He looks tense and stressed, he knows the threat isn't empty and it terrifies him. He doesn't want to be dragged back down to where he used to be. He can't handle that. He can't...]
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[He's confident, relaxed, sitting on the bed and reaching his hand out to Tristan. He doesn't compel him to come over, magically, quite yet. He's giving him a chance to be obedient. Waiting to see how long it'll take before he'll fall back into his old patterns and take it.]
Come here. You know how it goes, don't you? I'll be merciful, if you're agreeable.
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Screw you.
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[He laughs, light as always, and forces Tristan forward, waiting patiently.]
I want to see you bleed first.
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I should have killed you.
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[He waits for Tristan to get closer, then takes his hand, pulling him into his arms, then shoving his hand cheerfully right into his gut.]
Thank you, though, for making this world. It's a better start.
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[As if this is something anyone could relax through, or he doesn't enjoy Tristan screaming. He lifts his free hand to his face, petting him with false affection while he wiggles his fingers around inside, magic forcing Tristan to keep standing there.]
You deserve it. You like it. You remember this.
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Stop it, Ariel!
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[He'll make Tristan play the same old games. He can see it on his face -- the sad creature he knew isn't gone. Tris may have changed a lot, but the person Ariel wants is there. He doesn't believe Tristan is strong enough to refuse giving it to him for too long.]
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[He refuses, he really would rather die. He doesn't want this, it's horrible and he thought it was over, and the reality that it's all just happening again, that any attempt to change things was futile... Well, he's starting to cry and it's not really the pain of Ariel messing around in his guts.]
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[He wipes at Tristan's tears with one hand, delighted, while from the other comes the wonderful feeling of countless tiny, devouring things, no bigger than the heads of pins, worming their way into Tristan's body]
You don't get to choose when you're playing, only how to move.
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[No no no no no no not again no. Maybe if he'd never changed things he'd be able to handle this like he used to, moan and beg and act however submissive and desperate Ariel wanted him to. But all he can do right now is choke of sobs, he can't, he really can't, he can't do this again.]
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You're so much better this way. I'm glad we can reconnect.
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[But that's alright. He can heal anything Tristan does, so he'll let him go at himself. It's entertaining.]
You know you could ask me to make it stop.
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Really, now. You know you can't run away from me.
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[There's no way he can do this anymore, not again.]
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[He holds Tris's hands just a little too tight, possessive -- whether there's a remnant of the changes to his head that Tris and Sion made is a mystery, but he's certainly attached.]
As long as I live I'll never let you go.
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[He freezes, shuddering, staring at Ariel in horror, he can't do this again, already he's breaking down, losing it, and he's crying without noticing the hot tears on his face.]
No...