Day Thirteen - Sulking

[sadisticgiggles]

Who: Tory, Pandora
Where: Sulking around the dorms barracks. RF has barracks. I fail.
When: Morning sometime? Before Damion starts sending people over.
Rating: PG-13, most like. Pandy's kinda nuts. We're moving toward R now.

Status: Closed, Finished
Summary: Tory is outside the BARRACKS, stabbing himself with feathers and the scent of blood

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[pandorasdespair]

Despite being incredibly disgusted at her very nature, Pandora had practically come running when she scented the blood. Despite her speed, she only really sauntered elegantly over, hands folded neatly behind her as if she were a young maid walking idly about. She had a goal in mind, though, and her goal was to find the source of that intoxicating scent.

Topaz eyes spotted the young man with the feathers. Young to her anyways, not that such a term meant a great deal when you were as aged as she had become. She raised an eyebrow at his activities.

"Good morning," she offered, and she attempted to catch his gaze, though her own continued to flit back to where he'd stabbed himself. Unconsciously, she licked her lips.

[sadisticgiggles]

He stopped stabbing himself, staring at his hands for a moment curiously, cocking his head to the side to regard them, before he turned his head up to face Pandora.

"Morning," he murmured, slight pout on his lips. No giggles this morning - he was too busy being a big baby.

[pandorasdespair]

Pandora's gaze lingered on his hands, and somewhere very close to the forefront of her mind, she was imagining how he might taste if she were to hold his hand in hers and suck at his fingers, lick the blood from his palms. Her eyes fell half closed a moment as she imagined it, and her gaze flickered to his neck briefly as well before she could compose herself enough to speak.

"What are you doing there?" she asked, simpering just a little, "You're bleeding."

Pale hands had already reached out as if to grab for his, and she gazed at him hungrily before she remembered herself and stopped the motion of her hands, leaving them hovering neatly between both their forms.

[sadisticgiggles]

"Am I?" Tory asked bemusedly. AS though he hadn't noticed the blood. "Oh, look at that," he murmured softly before he giggled, turning his eyes back to regard her again.

"Pain," he explained, holding up a feather. "I like it."

This, he felt, was all the explanation necessary for what he was doing. He offered her a somewhat bloody hand.

"Dav..." he began, before he frowned and trailed off. "Zol?" he tried briefly before he settled on, "Tory," with a nod.