minatsuki ☠ eighteen
Who ► Heat, Bat, Minatsuki.
Where ► Somni, industrial district.
Style ► First
Status ► Closed.
WARNINGS ► Violence- blood, gore, explicit language, etc. Read at your own risk.
[On the fifth floor of a dilapidated, abandoned building in the insustrial district of the city- it may have been an office at some point, though most of the walls and furniture were gone now- Minatsuki and Bat waited. The girl herself was nearly pacing, going from one wall to the next, occasionally shoving a cracked desk or broken chair out of the way. Clearing space for their guest.
Heat hadn't been out much lately. He'd been sick in the tunnels, and she guessed that it had probably gotten worse-] DIE, won't you [-because he'd kept to his base ever since the underground trip. When he had emerged, according to Bat, it was always flanked by his fellow Embryon.
But she didn't want to wait any longer.
Just from watching the Dreamberry network- and from her own interactions with the rest of the tribe- she knew what would drag the monster out of his hole.
Her hands trembled with her barely-restrained excitement. It felt like excitement, anyway- but she could also feel the familiar thread of mania running through her heart, like a sick, forbidden jolt of adrenaline. The acid-tinged high that would always come before a fight or a set-up or a kill. And that aspect of her- sugar, laced by cyanide- was something she knew wouldn't change. Something she couldn't change.
It'd always be there with the right provocation. Maybe she really didn't want to change.
She wasn't going to hold her breath for it. Not right now.
And Heat? Well, she hadn't met anyone who had ever provoked her more in this fucking shithole known as a dream world. The hypocrisy- her teeth grit together at the very thought of the word- of his words compared to his actions disgusted her. Bad enough that he had seen past her act- worse that he acted like he was any better. The incident in the tunnel had done it, finally snapped her. And ever since then, she hadn't been able to think of anything except wanting to rend him limb from limb.
She wanted to. She wanted to cover herself in the gore, rub the blood into her fingertips, spread it across her mouth like lipgloss. Wanted to feel the crunch of bone, the splatter of crimson across her cheeks. She paused in her pacing, turning to face Bat, her voice low and rushed and somewhat strained, lilting at an odd place, her skin flushed high and red with her anticipation.]
...I can't wait any longer.
Where ► Somni, industrial district.
Style ► First
Status ► Closed.
WARNINGS ► Violence- blood, gore, explicit language, etc. Read at your own risk.
[On the fifth floor of a dilapidated, abandoned building in the insustrial district of the city- it may have been an office at some point, though most of the walls and furniture were gone now- Minatsuki and Bat waited. The girl herself was nearly pacing, going from one wall to the next, occasionally shoving a cracked desk or broken chair out of the way. Clearing space for their guest.
Heat hadn't been out much lately. He'd been sick in the tunnels, and she guessed that it had probably gotten worse-] DIE, won't you [-because he'd kept to his base ever since the underground trip. When he had emerged, according to Bat, it was always flanked by his fellow Embryon.
But she didn't want to wait any longer.
Just from watching the Dreamberry network- and from her own interactions with the rest of the tribe- she knew what would drag the monster out of his hole.
Her hands trembled with her barely-restrained excitement. It felt like excitement, anyway- but she could also feel the familiar thread of mania running through her heart, like a sick, forbidden jolt of adrenaline. The acid-tinged high that would always come before a fight or a set-up or a kill. And that aspect of her- sugar, laced by cyanide- was something she knew wouldn't change. Something she couldn't change.
It'd always be there with the right provocation. Maybe she really didn't want to change.
She wasn't going to hold her breath for it. Not right now.
And Heat? Well, she hadn't met anyone who had ever provoked her more in this fucking shithole known as a dream world. The hypocrisy- her teeth grit together at the very thought of the word- of his words compared to his actions disgusted her. Bad enough that he had seen past her act- worse that he acted like he was any better. The incident in the tunnel had done it, finally snapped her. And ever since then, she hadn't been able to think of anything except wanting to rend him limb from limb.
She wanted to. She wanted to cover herself in the gore, rub the blood into her fingertips, spread it across her mouth like lipgloss. Wanted to feel the crunch of bone, the splatter of crimson across her cheeks. She paused in her pacing, turning to face Bat, her voice low and rushed and somewhat strained, lilting at an odd place, her skin flushed high and red with her anticipation.]
...I can't wait any longer.