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Characters: seizeyoursouls and nebensonne.
Location: Room 1L, Casualty Communal.
Rating: PG-13, may move to R rapidly.
Time: After this.
Description: Giovanni's Heine-trolling plans mean Prussia's going to get the shit kicked out of him. Sorry Prussia. :(
He already knew there were going to be repercussions. Already - standing there near the door, listening for every set of passing footsteps in case it was him - he could visualise Heine's reaction to what was about to happen, and he knew that there were only so many things that would come of this. It all depended on how far he tried to take it. How much he wanted to do.
Because. It would be so easy to kill him, and it didn't take much thought to visualise the simplest way: to bring him down and settle his fingers around his neck and the bump of his spine and tighten them like a vice, drive his foot down into his back until he hears the crack and crunch of bone and his breathing gets pained, then stutters and stops, and maybe that'd be enough to satisfy what's been bubbling up in him lately, just under the skin beneath his nails and the nerves around his teeth. Always there in his mind, like her laughter, never too far away, always demanding, only, hahah. There's only one way Heine could react to that, and it's not precisely what Giovanni is after, right now.
He doesn't want to kill Heine, and he doesn't want to be killed by Heine either, and killing Prussia would assure one or the other. It's also the quickest way to the Dog, he knows, and that's always been a goal - but what use is bringing it out when she's not here to take him, to reshape him and put him back where he really belongs, their cute little once-leader? So. For the time being, all he wants is the backlash of Heine's vulnerability. He wants him to realise his position, to feel rage and the surge of the Dog behind his bones, to understand what he is and why he can't control it. To understand that he's still exactly what he was on the day he took Lily's skull in his hands and compressed it until it cracked. That they were all still at her mercy, even here, even now.
... It wouldn't be difficult. As long as he had the right man.
The knock came, and Giovanni looked at the door, unclenched his sweating palms slowly, and steadied his breathing. By the time he twisted the knob and drew it open, he looked fairly welcoming.
Well. As welcoming as a man can look when you can't see his eyes.
"Prussia."
So it really was that simple.
He swung the door wider to let him in. The inside of his apartment was meticulous, like it'd just been cleaned - or rather, more like it wasn't even lived in. There was nothing that made it unique from the unoccupied rooms at all.
"You didn't take long." Closing the door behind him, and Giovanni's heart was starting to pound again. It didn't show. "Are you living in the Communal?"
Location: Room 1L, Casualty Communal.
Rating: PG-13, may move to R rapidly.
Time: After this.
Description: Giovanni's Heine-trolling plans mean Prussia's going to get the shit kicked out of him. Sorry Prussia. :(
He already knew there were going to be repercussions. Already - standing there near the door, listening for every set of passing footsteps in case it was him - he could visualise Heine's reaction to what was about to happen, and he knew that there were only so many things that would come of this. It all depended on how far he tried to take it. How much he wanted to do.
Because. It would be so easy to kill him, and it didn't take much thought to visualise the simplest way: to bring him down and settle his fingers around his neck and the bump of his spine and tighten them like a vice, drive his foot down into his back until he hears the crack and crunch of bone and his breathing gets pained, then stutters and stops, and maybe that'd be enough to satisfy what's been bubbling up in him lately, just under the skin beneath his nails and the nerves around his teeth. Always there in his mind, like her laughter, never too far away, always demanding, only, hahah. There's only one way Heine could react to that, and it's not precisely what Giovanni is after, right now.
He doesn't want to kill Heine, and he doesn't want to be killed by Heine either, and killing Prussia would assure one or the other. It's also the quickest way to the Dog, he knows, and that's always been a goal - but what use is bringing it out when she's not here to take him, to reshape him and put him back where he really belongs, their cute little once-leader? So. For the time being, all he wants is the backlash of Heine's vulnerability. He wants him to realise his position, to feel rage and the surge of the Dog behind his bones, to understand what he is and why he can't control it. To understand that he's still exactly what he was on the day he took Lily's skull in his hands and compressed it until it cracked. That they were all still at her mercy, even here, even now.
... It wouldn't be difficult. As long as he had the right man.
The knock came, and Giovanni looked at the door, unclenched his sweating palms slowly, and steadied his breathing. By the time he twisted the knob and drew it open, he looked fairly welcoming.
Well. As welcoming as a man can look when you can't see his eyes.
"Prussia."
So it really was that simple.
He swung the door wider to let him in. The inside of his apartment was meticulous, like it'd just been cleaned - or rather, more like it wasn't even lived in. There was nothing that made it unique from the unoccupied rooms at all.
"You didn't take long." Closing the door behind him, and Giovanni's heart was starting to pound again. It didn't show. "Are you living in the Communal?"