[video] it doesn't stop my ♥ from mending
[ooc; What lies below the cut isn't for the faint hearted, though I don't think it's as gruesome as it could be. Anyway, have at it. Someone needs to claim Ligeia's first death, me thinks ♥]
[The scene before you can be described as nothing short of disturbing. Ligeia's hair is streaked, no, not streaked, dripping with blood. The hair covering her left shoulder is her blood, the hilt of a knife showing itself between the bloody rats tails that is her hair, but the rest comes from her victim. The camera, from where it has been placed on the floor, shows Ligeia from the top of her head to her crossed legs. Obscuring part of her, however, is a twitching body - Hypnos, to be precise - the bloody mess that she made earlier spread across his body. Her fingers, long and claw-like, of one hand are rooted in his hair and are twisting at it, the other hand tracing a circle across his chest. She isn't looking at the camera, but it admiring her handiwork, her eyes working their way up and down his defenceless body.
After a few minutes of her just sitting there she glances down at the knife in her shoulder with a frown, contemplating why it was there, not entirely remembering the frenzied moment in which Philotes threw it. Slowly, measuring how much pain she may or may not be in, she locks her fingers around the hilt and pulls it out. Then she looks to Hypnos as though questioning what she should do with it and why it was there before laying it down somewhere beneath one of her knees. There seems to be a glint in her eye and she bites her lip with a smile, her hand on his chest moving its way up to his face. She cradles his head for a few seconds, almost lovingly and strokes his confused features, purring and "sh"-ing him whilst he struggles for breath.
Then her claws move to his eyes, her index fingers feeling her way around the tops of his eyelids. The gouging motion isn't violent, nor hurried, more delicate as if harvesting strawberries you had been cultivating for some time. The twitching beneath her becomes more panicked but still as unproductive as Hypnos is helpless to the action. The eyes come free after some time, and Ligeia finds use for the knife to cut them free entirely. After replacing the knife beside her, she sits there in bliss, seemingly unaware of the groaning coming from Hypnos, just looking into the slightly bloodied orbs. She grins suddenly and, out of nowhere, pops one into her mouth, placing the other carefully onto Hypnos' chest. Her mouth remains closed for a second, a small smile still present, as though she is young child with a gob-stopper. Then she opens her mouth to reveal the eye, as if an addition to her pair, pointing outwards. With the strategic use of her tongue she makes it look around, before dropping it back into her hand again. Her little game was clearly a display for the camera and she grins toothily, albeit bloodily, at her audience.
Gently she scoops both eyes into one hand and takes obvious care setting them down beside her. The groaning has continued for the entire few minutes but, Ligeia only seems to notice him for the first time now. Now she takes his neck in her hands and presses on his windpipe, slowly strangling the air out of him until he stops moving and breathing. Then, with little grace, she pushes him off her lap with unnecessary force and leans forward to grab the camera. Holding it a few inches from her face, her expression turns smug.]
Ligeia can have what Ligeia demands, she says.
[She picks the eyes up and waves them at the camera again before cutting the post off with a look that can only be described as victoriously evil.]
[The scene before you can be described as nothing short of disturbing. Ligeia's hair is streaked, no, not streaked, dripping with blood. The hair covering her left shoulder is her blood, the hilt of a knife showing itself between the bloody rats tails that is her hair, but the rest comes from her victim. The camera, from where it has been placed on the floor, shows Ligeia from the top of her head to her crossed legs. Obscuring part of her, however, is a twitching body - Hypnos, to be precise - the bloody mess that she made earlier spread across his body. Her fingers, long and claw-like, of one hand are rooted in his hair and are twisting at it, the other hand tracing a circle across his chest. She isn't looking at the camera, but it admiring her handiwork, her eyes working their way up and down his defenceless body.
After a few minutes of her just sitting there she glances down at the knife in her shoulder with a frown, contemplating why it was there, not entirely remembering the frenzied moment in which Philotes threw it. Slowly, measuring how much pain she may or may not be in, she locks her fingers around the hilt and pulls it out. Then she looks to Hypnos as though questioning what she should do with it and why it was there before laying it down somewhere beneath one of her knees. There seems to be a glint in her eye and she bites her lip with a smile, her hand on his chest moving its way up to his face. She cradles his head for a few seconds, almost lovingly and strokes his confused features, purring and "sh"-ing him whilst he struggles for breath.
Then her claws move to his eyes, her index fingers feeling her way around the tops of his eyelids. The gouging motion isn't violent, nor hurried, more delicate as if harvesting strawberries you had been cultivating for some time. The twitching beneath her becomes more panicked but still as unproductive as Hypnos is helpless to the action. The eyes come free after some time, and Ligeia finds use for the knife to cut them free entirely. After replacing the knife beside her, she sits there in bliss, seemingly unaware of the groaning coming from Hypnos, just looking into the slightly bloodied orbs. She grins suddenly and, out of nowhere, pops one into her mouth, placing the other carefully onto Hypnos' chest. Her mouth remains closed for a second, a small smile still present, as though she is young child with a gob-stopper. Then she opens her mouth to reveal the eye, as if an addition to her pair, pointing outwards. With the strategic use of her tongue she makes it look around, before dropping it back into her hand again. Her little game was clearly a display for the camera and she grins toothily, albeit bloodily, at her audience.
Gently she scoops both eyes into one hand and takes obvious care setting them down beside her. The groaning has continued for the entire few minutes but, Ligeia only seems to notice him for the first time now. Now she takes his neck in her hands and presses on his windpipe, slowly strangling the air out of him until he stops moving and breathing. Then, with little grace, she pushes him off her lap with unnecessary force and leans forward to grab the camera. Holding it a few inches from her face, her expression turns smug.]
Ligeia can have what Ligeia demands, she says.
[She picks the eyes up and waves them at the camera again before cutting the post off with a look that can only be described as victoriously evil.]