[So back in that Ariel-wins-Court-and-is-an-asshole AU. It's been a couple of months now and things have not gotten any better for Sion. Although he's not actually chained up anymore, the door is just as solidly magically locked. And, as threatened, Ariel has continued to have his food consistently drugged. Perhaps not such an insanely high dose as the first time, but it's there all the same, keeping things out-of-sorts and warm, unless Sion wants to try to starve himself.
It's the middle of the night when Ariel arrives today -- his schedule is inconsistent most of the time. He could be gone for days or appear more than once in a single day. It's hard to tell, but Sion might be able to pick up whispers from the hall that give him a better idea of what to expect.
Not this time though. It's sudden, and he enters with a slight tension and a sharp smile, the sort of body language that says he has been, recently, quite irritated. He needs to let off some steam.]
[Sion has tried starving himself, if only to get a clear head, but it's hard to fight hunger when that wars with survival and so his attempts have been mostly a careful stratgey of skipped meals.
He sleeps at regular hours, himself, his schedule normal even if Ariel's isn't. No use trying to predict what he can't, so he spends his energy on trying to escape and keep his mind and body in some semblance of shape.
So at Ariel's sudden appearance in the middle of the night, he's asleep. Or at least, was asleep, sitting upright quickly, alarmed and wary tense immediately, all danger senses snapping him awake.]
Don't you sleep?
[He hisses, no more polite or pliant or resigned for his captivity.]
[He's terrified, but also murderous. If there was anything he could remotely turn into a weapon--god he would in a heartbeat. His legs are tangled in the sheets but he tries to kick Ariel anyway.]
[He's heard those kinda of insults so often that they don't bother him at all. His confidence is relatively unshakeable after all, and the kicking just makes him laugh, even though it also scoots him a little bit along the bed.]
Does it make you feel better to keep fighting, when you know it's useless?
[He lets him have his hands. He'll just have a hard time doing anything with them when Ariel abruptly causes the air pressure around him to increase, a heavy feeling making it hard to move or breathe.]
Keep that fantasy. It makes you even more adorable.
[This is familiar enough. Doesn't stop him from trying to push away, get off the bed, get away to somewhere maybe he can breathe and move even if it's sluggish and gasping.]
[Ariel lets him try. But the oppressive feeling follows, slowly increasing to the point of painful, and Ariel's watching the whole thing with utter smugness.]
[Fuck fuck fuck this never works but if he stops attempting to escape or fight then what? He might as well be dead. The pressure makes him collapse on his hands and knees, trying to breathe, glaring out of the corner of his eyes from the curtain of his hair but he doesn't have to voice to call Ariel anything.]
[He raises his middle finger at Ariel even as his chest constricts in fear. Whether he passes out or not nothing is going to be pleasant with this, not for him. It'll be great for Ariel of course. But Sion doesn't want to be vulnerable, or at least, not any more than he is by necessity of being weaker than Ariel. He won't indicate his own fear though, still glaring poison at the man.]
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It's the middle of the night when Ariel arrives today -- his schedule is inconsistent most of the time. He could be gone for days or appear more than once in a single day. It's hard to tell, but Sion might be able to pick up whispers from the hall that give him a better idea of what to expect.
Not this time though. It's sudden, and he enters with a slight tension and a sharp smile, the sort of body language that says he has been, recently, quite irritated. He needs to let off some steam.]
Good morning!
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He sleeps at regular hours, himself, his schedule normal even if Ariel's isn't. No use trying to predict what he can't, so he spends his energy on trying to escape and keep his mind and body in some semblance of shape.
So at Ariel's sudden appearance in the middle of the night, he's asleep. Or at least, was asleep, sitting upright quickly, alarmed and wary tense immediately, all danger senses snapping him awake.]
Don't you sleep?
[He hisses, no more polite or pliant or resigned for his captivity.]
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[He sits cheerfully on the edge of Sion's bed, grabbing his chin and pulling him down to eye level.]
I'm a little impressed at how well you do.
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What pissed you off today?
[He's kind of horrified he can read Ariel's moods now without even touching him, trying to shove Ariel back.]
Can I thank them?
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[He lets Sion push him, but grabs his hands at the same time, his own feeling artificially burning hot.]
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Have you tried drowning your sorrows in alcohol? Or maybe just drowning?
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Now why would I do that when I have you right here to take it out on?
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Go harass someone else you sick freak.
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[He's heard those kinda of insults so often that they don't bother him at all. His confidence is relatively unshakeable after all, and the kicking just makes him laugh, even though it also scoots him a little bit along the bed.]
Does it make you feel better to keep fighting, when you know it's useless?
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I'll make me feel better when I kill you.
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Keep that fantasy. It makes you even more adorable.
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Aah, Sion, your struggling is really beautiful.
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