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Grima: *herds Mouths into the spiderpens*
Mouths: *rebel*
Grima: *growls and tosses one in*
Mouths: *tackle Grima*
Grima: *savage!*
Mouths: *savage back*
Grima: >.< ERENDIS *attacks*
Erendis: o.o *attacks the clones and one by one toss them down*
Mouths: *diminish*
Grima: *finishes off some more*
Mouths: *shrieking and dying*
Erendis: ... *stuffs the last one in* Is that all?
Grima: there's the original in the closet.
Erendis: ...we could toss him in too. >.> it could be an accident.
Grima: I was going to do that anyway.
Erendis: Oh good. *kisses his cheek* You think you can take care of him. I think the ginger snaps need to be checked up on.
Grima: *pats her on the shoulder and goes*
Mouth: *huddled behind boxes*
Quorin: *playing with a dustbunny*
Mouth: *mumbles things about rats and being very hungry*
Quorin: *tries to look inedible*
Mouth: *curls up in a little ball and tries to sleep*
Grima: *opens the door*
Mouth: *doesn't move*
Grima: *grabs him by the collar and drags*
Quorin: !! *latches onto Mouth's leg*
Mouth: What are you doing?
Grima: Feeding you to hobbits. You're the last one.
Quorin: nooooo o.o
Grima: the hell?
Mouth: *tries to tug free*
Mouth: I haven't done anything. You locked me in there. *squinting in the light*
Grima: Getting rid of all of you and what was Quorin doing in there?
Mouth: I don't know. He came to visit me. *keeps trying to tug away. I didn't want to be multiple.
Grima: You're very singular right now. *tightens grip and drags*
Quorin: *cries*
Mouth: why now? *squirm squirm*
Grima: Should have done this before. Let you live the last time and look what you did.
Mouth: *slump* >.<
Grima: *picks up Quorin and continues dragging Mouth*
Mouth: ...I've tried to be better. *voice wavers a bit*
Grima: I bet. *drags*
Mouth: Why now though?
Grima: Ask your fellow selves when you get to Mandos.
Mouth: *starts tugging again* I'm not responsible for whatever they did.
Grima: You're responsible for what you did and that's why you're going in here.
Mouth: *sad look, gets up and follows willingly*
Quorin: *waves arms at Mouth*
Mouth: *half hearted smile and waves back*
Quorin: nooo cuddles
Mouth: *takes Quorin and cuddles him*
Grima: *snatches the baby back*
Mouth: *looks down and cuddles*
Grima: Into the pen. they'll be hungry again soon.
Mouth: Will you kill me first please?
Grima: no.
Mouth: Why?
Grima: more fun to watch it happen. *pushes Mouth in*
Mouth: *sits down in the center and and waits*
Mouth: You were a better man once. What happened?
Mouth: *pounced and paralised and spun up for later by a spider hobbit*
Grima: >.<
Quorin: *sniffle* ;_;
Grima: ...*rescues*
Mouth: *unconscious*
Grima: *locks him in his room* *mutters*
Quorin: *_*
Grima: Be happy again and it'll be kickball time.
Quorin: *tries to look depressed*
"Used to be a better man".
Gah.
Mouth: *rips little holes in his clothes*
Grima: *smokes and eyes Mouth*
Mouth: *looks up and freezes rabbit-like*
Grima: I let you live. Again.
Mouth: *frozen-mouth*
Grima: Bema knows why...*gets another cigarette out*
Mouth: Never let horses sing to you.
Grima: Or offer wine. Traditional lesson of all riders.
Mouth: *sage nod followed by paranoid look* *continues ripping little holes in his clothes*
Grima: stop that.
Mouth: I need to see. Always. Making windows.
Mouth: I know seven types of jigs that turn into colors.
Grima: very good. Precocious
Mouth: Have to stay awake or my mattress will eat me.
Mouth: *collects tiney scraps of paper and lint off the floor*
Grima: *sighs and pats Mouth on the head*
Mouth: *shivers and pulls away eyeing Grima warily* You are an angry cactus.
Grima: yes.
Mouth: why?
Grima: You worry me.
Mouth: I worry about the squirrels because who will give them food when I eat all their acorns
Mouth: they will sneak in and eat my flesh that is what will happen.
Grima: And good riddance to bad rubbish
Mouth: *hurt look* you used to like me...once maybe?
Grima: Maybe.
Mouth: And if you hold things too tightly they die.
Mouth: I'm not really alive you know. Not really.
Grima: Sounds like your heart is beating
Mouth: It's not my heart. It's someone elses.
Mouth: Mine went away a long time ago. I have very nice kidneys though.
Grima: *picks Mouth up and checks him for injuries*
Mouth: *paniced look and freezes*
Grima: *careful check*
Mouth: *low whine*
Grima: stop that
Mouth: *stops and brings his knees up to his chest*
Grima: *finishes check-up*
Mouth: When are you going to kill me?
Grima: ...I decided not to.
Mouth: Why? I should. Something is very wrong with me.
Grima: serves you right then
Mouth: *carefullly arranges the medical instrumens on the tray by size*
Grima: *puts him on the bed*
Mouth: *clings to him for a moment then scrambles back*
Grima: what the hell is wrong wit hyou?
Mouth: *blank frozen stare*
Grima: *growls*
Mouth: *cowers*
Grima: *acts oddly Sauronish*
Mouth: *stares*
Grima: *glares*
Mouth: What may I do for you?
Grima: something that counts as good behaviour
Mouth: *slips off the bed and kisses his feets* as you wish.
Grima: o.O
Mouth: *twines around his legs touching and kissing*
Grima: *jumps back and stumbles onto the bed* o.o
Mouth: *crawls in on top of him, kissing his stomach and tugging at his pants*
Grima: ....o.o *stunned*
Mouth: *removes his pants and continues*
Grima: *jumps back so fast he hits his head on the wall* o.<
Mouth: *pins and kisses his head briefly before beginning to ravish him*
Grima: O.O
Mouth: *puts all of himself into it*
Grima: *tries to escape*
Mouth: *hold him firmly until he finishes* *look up meekly*
Grima: ...
Mouth: ... *hesitantly pets him* I hope I pleased you lord?
Grima: >.> *darts out of the room and locks it behind him*
Grima: o.o bema
Mouth: *stunned,curls up in an unhappy ball*
Grima: *hides in his own room*
Erendis: Mm. Back late dear? How did destroying Mouth go?
Grima: *doesn't answer*
Erendis: *walks in* are you okay?
Grima: need to get around to just killing o.o
Erendis: *concerned look* what happened?
Grima: sorry.
Erendis: *sits down next to him and strokes his hand * about what?
Grima: bad husband
Erendis: *eyes* Why?
Grima: *mutters and burrows his face in a pillow*
Erendis: *pulls him over and cuddles him*
Grima: *nuzzles*
Erendis: *brushes the hair out of his face* Now tell me what happened.
Grima: told him to do something that counted as good behaviour...
Erendis: Yes?
Grima: sorry >.<
Erendis: ...what did he do?
Grima: stuff...
Erendis: But you didn't want him to do this stuff?
Grima: not particularily
Erendis: *kisses his cheek and pets* ...don't worry. I'll kill him tonight and he'll be gone.
Grima: >.< don't.
Erendis: *guarded look* why?
Grima: something about me being a good man once. *leans over onto Erendis*
Erendis: *slight edge to her voice* But I never have been a good woman so I don't see how it should apply to me.
Grima: *pulls her down* You're a very good woman. More than I deserve.
Erendis: *slight frown and looks up at Grima*
Grima: what?
Erendis: *kisses him*
Grima: *kisses back* that's not an answer
Erendis: I don't understand why you won't let me kill him. *presses her lips together*
Grima: ...I used to think it was wrong.
Erendis: And you're getting these sudden moral urges after he did eru knows what to you?
Grima: had them before...
Erendis: *swallows and kisses him again*
Erendis: ...you would tell me if you decided to take him up as something on the side - wouldn't you?
Grima: yes. Barring the fact that I'd have to start liking men or enter another universe where he'd seem even remotely better than you.
Erendis: *clings* okay.. I'll leave him alone.
Grima: *pets* love you.
Erendis: *smiles* Love you too.
Grima: ...sorry I panicked.
Erendis: *sighs* It's okay...just an accident. *pets*
Grima: alright, mon.
Erendis: *curls up next to him*
Grima: *cuddles*
Erendis: *slips off to sleep*
Grima: *slips off to go yell at Mouth*
Mouth: *curled snifflingin the corner of his bed*
Grima: ...*sits down and awkwardly pats* stop that
Mouth: *bites his lip and stops* you weren't happy with me. ...what did I do wrong?
Grima: uh. the having sex with me part.
Mouth: *blinks and stares clearly confused* I thought...but that was what you wanted me to do. Was it really all that bad...the entire thing?
Grima: um...
Mouth: *looks fragile*
Grima: >.> *tries to comfort*
Mouth: *still very confused but clings*
Grima: where did you even think I wanted that? o.O
Mouth: You said that you wanted something that counted as good behavior...I thought it was obvious...>.> It's not as if I'm useful to you for much else.
Grima: ...*pets*
Mouth: *breathes a bit more evenly* ... you know I'd do anything for you...
Grima: *weirded out look*
Mouth: *doesn't notice* ...you just have to ask...
Grima: ...uh-huh. *pets some more*
Mouth: *nuzzles* I could try again...I'd be better. I'm sorry for what I did last time...I could improve...
Grima: *quickly* it's fine.
Grima: really.
Mouth: *puzzled look* ...as you wish.
Grima: Yes.It's very much what I wish.
Mouth: *is quiet and pets Grima almost compulsively*
Grima: who am I?
Mouth: *half smile* Is this a test of some kind?
Grima: Yes. Answer.
Mouth: Sauron, my lord and master, ruler of mordor and soon all of middle earth. *blinks*
Grima: ...
Mouth: *kisses his hand* I could be more detailed if you wish.
Grima: no. I get the idea. *quietly*
Mouth: *tilts head and peers at him* Is something wrong?
Grima: ...no. Don't worry about it.
Mouth: *nods and goes back to cuddling him*
Grima: *sighs*
Mouth: *quietly starts rubbing his neck and back*
Grima: >.< *tries to ignore*
Mouth: Here. It's better if you lay down. You're too tense... *gently pushes him down and starts to give a full back massage*
Grima: I'm too tense because I cheated on my wife...
Mouth: *pauses briefly and then continues* I didn't think you had a wife.
Grima: I do.
Mouth: *quietly continues*
Grima: which is where my complaint comes from.
Mouth: Pardon for bringing to your attention the fact that you never said anything about her before...
Grima: I'm really sure I have.
Mouth: Not to me. *bites his lip and is quiet for awhile* ...I'm sorry. I obey.
Grima: Such an improvement
Mouth: I'm glad you feel better. *voice wavers a bit* ...If you need me I'll be back in my room. That is if I have your permission to leave.
Grima: you are in your room.
Mouth: *blinks* well. under the stairs to be specific.
Grima: oh. No.
Mouth: May I ask what displeases you?
Grima: no going under the stairs.
Mouth: Where do you wish me to sleep then?
Grima: your bed is fine
Mouth: I thought...*blinks* as you wish.
Grima: you thought what?
Mouth: I thought you didn't like me sleeping here as you use it to entertain er...guests.
Grima: ...sit. stay
Mouth: *does so*
Grima: there won't be any...entertaining.
Mouth: *blinks but doesn't say anything*
Grima: and you will behave properly.
Mouth: would you please define behaving properly so I don't disappoint you again?
Grima: I wasn't disappointed
Mouth: *perks up slightly* you weren't?
Grima: ...no
Mouth: *tries to stay professional but mood visibly improves* *hesitant smile*
Grima: good. Smiling is good.
Mouth: *beams*
Grima: *pets*
Mouth: *leans into his hand*
Grima: *frowns*
Mouth: *blinks and stops* *slightly worried look*
Grima: What exactly do you and Sau--er, me do together?
Mouth: *tilts head* I do anything you want me to do. You do what you wish to me.
Grima: ah.
Mouth: *hesitates leans in and kisses then sits back quicly* Is something wrong?
Grima: just growing understanding. *wipes off where he was kissed*
Mouth: *notices but doesn't say anything*
Grima: *pats awkwardly again* thank you for answering my quetions
Mouth: Of course.
Grima: er. good boy
Mouth: *slightly disappointed look*
Grima: What was I supposed to say?
Mouth: I'm sorry. I wouldn't dream of implying that you should say or do anything. *bows head*
Grima: just answer the question.
Mouth: *quietly* You used to like to kiss me...
Grima: ah.
Mouth: *glances up* Just that wouldn't really violate your marriage, would it?
Grima: er...
Mouth: *leans forward a little* Please?
Grima: *deer in headlights* o.o
Mouth: *takes the opportunity and kisses him full on the mouth*
Grima: >.< off!
Mouth: o.o *jumps back* I'm so sorry....
Grima: *escapes*
Mouth: *slips back into previous depression*
Grima: >.< *looks back in* stop that. Be happy.
Mouth: *unconvincing smile*
Grima: *glares*
Mouth: *blinks back tears* I'm sorry...I will be...just give me a bit.
Grima: ...stop that.
Mouth: *freezes*
Grima: stop looking like I just beat you or something.
Mouth: *trembles and bows his head* yes lord
Grima: ...*comes back in and pulls Mouth up*
Mouth: *freezes*
Grima: just....behave.
Mouth: *confused look nearing panic attack*
Grima: >.< *pulls Mouth closer* fine. here. stop that.
Mouth: *clings and buries his face in Grima's chest*
Grima: *sighs and holds*
Mouth: I'm not really repulsive to you am I? It's just this wife. You still want me?
Grima: um...
Mouth: *peers up at him*
Grima: *tries to avoid looking Mout hin the face*
Mouth: *waits patiently*
Grima: is there a reason I'm being asked this?
Mouth: You haven't kissed me once tonight. You jump away when I touch you... *frowns*
Grima: um...
Mouth: what?
Grima: *gives Mouth a very chaste kiss*
Mouth: *small frown*
Grima: what?
Mouth: If you don't want me to touch you ever again. If you find me horrific and repulsive please be honest and tell me.
Grima: go to bed and stop being depressed.
Mouth: ...you can strike me down after this but you're going to enjoy it... *holds Grima in place and kisses him repeatedly*
Grima: *tosses Mouth onto the bed*
Mouth: *sheer terror look and scrambles under the covers*
Grima: *pounces and pins* What could I possibly do to you that has you so scared?
Mouth: *whimpers*
Grima: Answer.
Mouth: You hurt me for fun. You like it when I scream and beg for mercy. Why are you asking me when you have a million ways of making me wish i was never born?
Grima: ...go to sleep.
Mouth: *closes his eyes immediates while still shaking*
Grima: *sighs and sits back* *pets* calm down.
Mouth: *tries to* ...you're not going to hurt me for saying those things?
Grima: should I?
Mouth: Please don't.
Grima: *pets* okay
Mouth: *calms down by degrees and starts to nod off*
Grima: good boy...*presses a kiss to Mouth's forehead*
Mouth: *smiles and drifts off*
Grima: *gets off and straightens his clothes*
Mouth: *mutters and rolls over*
I feel so incredibly dirty.