[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.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
[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.
no subject
[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.]
no subject
You're so much better this way. I'm glad we can reconnect.
no subject
no subject
[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.
no subject
no subject
Really, now. You know you can't run away from me.
no subject
[There's no way he can do this anymore, not again.]
no subject
[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.
no subject
[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...