[THREAD] you wanna watch us BREAK
Who: Nina Fortner Liebert [ zrcadlit ] & Kengamine Nagi [ striginae ] & OPEN to residents of the mansion
Where: Basement level of the Liebert mansion
When: Early evening
Summary: Two prisoners of the mansion.
Rating: PG-13 to start
The passage of time drips and blurs, melds into one incomprehensible series of events that are barely coherent when one spends enough time unconscious. How many days has it been? A week? No, longer than that -- far longer than that, Nagi knows, even in this state he's in where rational thought is something so difficult to grasp. It's been far longer -- two weeks, three. (He misses the sun. Even though he spent years underground, in the past, this is different. A different cage, a different jail.)
It's vague thoughts like these that pass through his mind as Nagi recovers in the same 'play room' that he was tortured in. And it's difficult to tell whether this small period of peace that he's being granted is a show of mercy or not -- perhaps he's only being allowed to heal so that he's more fun to taunt later.
This thought, it makes him rage, the anger welling up, hot and bitter, at the back of his throat once more, and for a moment, he struggles, lunging against the strings of prayer beads looped about his body, the chain and handcuffs that keep him locked to the wall here. (It's almost amazing, this hatred that's built up deep inside him. Maybe it was just waiting for a chance to be released. He knows, and Genkaku knows, that he's a step away from losing his grasp on who he used to be. A few more injections, a few more taunts. That's all it will take. He doesn't have much more time.) A choked snarl, as he throws himself against the restrains, ignoring the tearing of unhealed skin, the bleeding of wounds that fester and burn.
Pity it's such a useless gesture, and he slumps onto the floor, panting for breath. (Doesn't matter. Can't give up. Not yet. The roiling emotions in his chest won't let him lie still.)
Where: Basement level of the Liebert mansion
When: Early evening
Summary: Two prisoners of the mansion.
Rating: PG-13 to start
The passage of time drips and blurs, melds into one incomprehensible series of events that are barely coherent when one spends enough time unconscious. How many days has it been? A week? No, longer than that -- far longer than that, Nagi knows, even in this state he's in where rational thought is something so difficult to grasp. It's been far longer -- two weeks, three. (He misses the sun. Even though he spent years underground, in the past, this is different. A different cage, a different jail.)
It's vague thoughts like these that pass through his mind as Nagi recovers in the same 'play room' that he was tortured in. And it's difficult to tell whether this small period of peace that he's being granted is a show of mercy or not -- perhaps he's only being allowed to heal so that he's more fun to taunt later.
This thought, it makes him rage, the anger welling up, hot and bitter, at the back of his throat once more, and for a moment, he struggles, lunging against the strings of prayer beads looped about his body, the chain and handcuffs that keep him locked to the wall here. (It's almost amazing, this hatred that's built up deep inside him. Maybe it was just waiting for a chance to be released. He knows, and Genkaku knows, that he's a step away from losing his grasp on who he used to be. A few more injections, a few more taunts. That's all it will take. He doesn't have much more time.) A choked snarl, as he throws himself against the restrains, ignoring the tearing of unhealed skin, the bleeding of wounds that fester and burn.
Pity it's such a useless gesture, and he slumps onto the floor, panting for breath. (Doesn't matter. Can't give up. Not yet. The roiling emotions in his chest won't let him lie still.)