log: Dexter and Brian

[dreaming_dex]

Who: Dexter Morgan and Brian Moser
When: pre-port, middle of the night
Where: Abandoned dinning hall
Warnings: Slight Blood

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[twodaysinblood]

It was dark in the dining hall, and the weight of the knife in his hand was taking up all of Brian's attention. He had left Dexter's room without thinking, wandered off after reading Dexter's comments to that woman. He found the knife with no real thought. He felt the urge rising, wanted to hurt, to kill, to feel a life extinguished under his fingers. He wanted blood. The person's approach went unnoticed until Brian heard a voice and felt hands - one on his shoulder, one on his knife. Before he could recognise who was beside him, Brian swung the knife upward, twisting away from the touch on his hand. He felt the blade connect and the tip slicing through flesh.

The need was there, the hunger, building up inside him; the tip of his knife had cut someone, and Brian wanted to keep going, make them hurt, let their blood drip out onto the floor... Let them put up a fight, he thought, grinning wildly with anticipation. Pleasure, excitement and adrenaline mixed, flowing through his body; he turned to face his ambusher, breathing hard, ready

[dreaming_dex]

Dexter moved back, reducing what might have been a dangerous swing to a mere cut across the cheek. The irony was not lost on him; he was wearing his own trademark wound. He moved on impulse; a reaction of instinct, just like Brian's attack. He felt the blood swell in thick, warm beads on his cheek, until they became to heavy and slithered down his cheek like tears of red-wine.

"By'ni..." Dexter's voice was hardly above a whisper; there was a tightness to it, a slight breathlessness, and a wide-eyed confusion that made him all over unreadable. His hands were up in defense, gaze seeking out Brian's, as if by meeting his brother's eyes he could instill in the other a cool sense of reality to douse the bubbling blood-lust. His heart kicked against his ribs and the sensation pulled at the edges of his attention. He wanted to press a hand to his chest, count the heartbeats, but he didn't think it was a good idea to lower his hands, not just yet.

[twodaysinblood]

His brother; Brian fought the dark that was rising up to overwhelm him, the creeping wave of bloodlust that was swelling within him, vast and relentless. He couldn't get the feel of the blade hitting flesh from his mind, it was like a spray of cold water through the confusion of arriving on the Barge, the mystifying set of scrambled emotions he had been feeling over the past few days, the tangled feelings that seeing Dexter had brought up. The blood that dripped from his brother's cheek was dark and red, ominously beautiful; he fought the mounting urge to swing the knife again. He wanted the seeping spread of blue-red arterial blood that slowly darkened iron-red and rusty

[dreaming_dex]

Dexter watched the emotions swell and fade behind Brian's eyes; to him, it was like reading a foreign language. He could guess, and he could assign meanings to common things ( thin lips meant annoyance, curved up should read "happy")but in the end he felt a creeping, uncomfortable aporia; he didn't know what he should do. There were clashing signals; you don't approach a riled wild animal, but you don't let your brother spiral into a breakdown, either.

Dexter let down a slow breath, hyper aware of the very first drop of blood that had fell; it had wondered quite a ways, all the way down the curve of his neck. He swallowed, Adam's apple dipping, as he began to creep towards Brian, one slow step at a time. In the dark he could see through so perfectly, Dexter noted his brother was shaking, and the hand that had been floating towards the knife instead settled carefully, unsure on Brian's shoulder. Dexter squeezed lightly, fumbling for words. The feeling of Brian's shoulders shaking under his hands was... he couldn't even name it"Is