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constellationprize) wrote2019-04-22 02:18 pm
constellationprize) wrote2019-04-22 02:18 pm
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Re: day 470ish
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[ looks at it - then just his mouth once he rescinds his tongue - for a while, thoughtful ]
Then - ... where could something like that go...? There's -
[ ... ]
If it were on your hand, there, then ... it would definitely be a nice one then, and whenever a knife was held, then you could end up thinking of me, but ...
[ if she cut in the wrong spot, or too deeply, then it could compromise his ability to do that at all, she thinks - that she's certain she could avoid, but the bandage he'd need to wear while it healed would still limit his range of movement for a bit.
still, if not his tongue, then - ]
... Um, would something like that be okay...? Or do you think - maybe, a place like the inside of your cheek could be something nice too, couldn't it...?
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[ a pause, ]
I don't really mind if anyone sees...
Is that okay?
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I wonder what it should be ...
[ ... ]
I'll go to wash my hands - I'll think about it while I'm there, so you should get ready too, okay?
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[pats her head]
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and as she does - as she takes a moment to wash her face, too, clarity that she should do so brought on by the mind crush - she mulls it over.
she's decided enough on the location. there on his hand, such that he'd never lose track of it, that reminder of her throbbing dully at any time he grasped too firmly. the knob on a door, the end of a ladle -
the handle of a knife. there in his hand, where purpose and action meet - she'll etch her very form into that tiny interstice and mark him forever, a sensation that could outlast any form.
a thought of the shape occurs to her then; if deeply, she could truly make it last. in these circumstances, she knows just how easy it would be to do,
to ensure he could never hold a knife again. that he'd find safety in having become truly useless, that every attempt would rouse the mind with thoughts of her - only briefly does it occur, a thought intrusive and ephemeral as lightning, there just long enough to breach the surface into awareness and back down beneath the waves again, underneath the silt -
deeper, what bits of her nerves seep through her use of the skill insist, inside of a trench, burnt to a crisp within its geothermal vents. she could never do that. how thoroughly vile she must be to even consider such at all. it's no surprise that she was rejected, almost dull to consider the reason that she was killed.
but she knows, still. it's a wickedness he, at least, would embrace with outstretched arms. and besides -
it's unlikely that they'll ever meet again. not outside of this place. she can't go that far, but she can't do nothing either.
. . . and so, after a bit she comes back, sitting herself down on the edge of the bed. ]
Um - ... so that it doesn't cause any problems while it's healing, we should make sure to use your non-dominant hand, shouldn't we...?
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...Actually, it probably won't matter. Since I'll be getting my Servant abilities back, it'll heal really fast.