[Oh. Well. At least he's getting contact again? He's screaming but somehow getting his knee broken is more calming than being left totally alone so he'll just cry without moving or saying anything.]
[Better! H just... wants to feel wanted. Needed. He'll do anything to have someone completely focused on him. Anything to make someone look at only him, forever.]
Fine.
[Sure. He's just gonna sit on him again then, and shove his hands up the remains of Phoenix's shirt.]
I'll touch you until you can't think of anything else.
[He gasps, because, well? He might have felt H up but he wasn't expecting it, and it feels... Nice? As nice as any touch, while also being overwhelming.
Maybe those words should be menacing but they just have him... Blushing. Honestly. This is worlds and worlds better than the mirror.]
[It's definitely nicer than being beaten with a shovel. H's touch is fevered, needy, eagerly running over Phoenix's battered skin. He's feeling his abs, his chest, touching everything he can reach.]
[I mean his abs are actually very nice for a guy with such a cute baby face so. He's whining, softly, keening in half pain and a lot of pleasure at just being touched. A lot of confusion too because he shouldn't be as into this as he is but since he can't do a murder the crazy ghost isn't that interested right now, so he's not even mad so much as distressed and exceedingly needy.]
Is... Is this...? What you wanted?
[Is it what H really wants? Obviously but if it was why throw him in a mirror twice? This would have been fine from the start, wouldn't it?]
[Yes. He wants to possess someone in every way. He wants to make them suffer- Oh, there's an idea. He digs his nails in to the skin of Phoenix's chest and rips, ruthlessly, right down to his navel.]
[He makes little pained noises with each scratch, whimpering in a way that's both erotic and just completely wrecked. It hurts a lot, jagged pain everywhere, but he can't deny he wants the attention.]
[Now he's got cute marks on his face! And he's whimpering again against H's lips at the fingers against his throat, the way it all hurts and yet kind of makes him feel euphorically alive.
The kiss, though, any kind of affection, is far more craved than the pain, and he tries desperately to reciprocate.]
[It's cute. The pain, the neediness, the way he has Phoenix's life in his hands. It's so... good. H needed this. He also needs to flatten out his hands and choke him while they kiss because, y'know, why not?]
[It's hard to kiss and be strangled, so he's not really... managing to kiss back anymore, making soft choked sounds of distress as he tries to breathe and can't get quite enough air in his lungs between H kissing him and strangling him.
He's not dying but it's pretty panic-inducing anyway. The adrenaline from it is actually pretty intense, in a not unpleasant way, just the strangling is kind of, well. It's a pretty mixed feeling of confused want and fear.]
[It's hot, frankly. H sits back after a bit, watching Phoenix struggle to catch his breath, then tightens his fingers til there's juuust enough air to stay conscious.]
Talk to me, Phoenix. Tell me how you're feeling right now. Tell me what you're thinking.
[He gasps for air when H lets him, heaving in breaths until he's being choked again. His arms move a little, attempting to reach for the hands on his throat but he can't really do it, they're too damaged, it's just instinct.]
H..!
[His voice is strained and soft. He doesn't have enough air to breathe, talking sounds impossible. He's dizzy, and the darkness of the blindfold is kind of frightening when he can't tell if his vision is working or if he's passing out. But he isn't. He can probably talk, haltingly, and if he doesn't H will do something worse.]
H-hurts. F-feels...good, too. I--want you to keep p-paying attention, just to me.
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[He could mirror you at any time buddy.]
So tell me. What do you really want me to do? Should I make you feel better?
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P-please.
[He doesn't even know what H wants him to say but he'll say it, he'll say almost anything at this point.]
Touch me?
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Fine.
[Sure. He's just gonna sit on him again then, and shove his hands up the remains of Phoenix's shirt.]
I'll touch you until you can't think of anything else.
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Maybe those words should be menacing but they just have him... Blushing. Honestly. This is worlds and worlds better than the mirror.]
Y-yes.
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This is good too.
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Is... Is this...? What you wanted?
[Is it what H really wants? Obviously but if it was why throw him in a mirror twice? This would have been fine from the start, wouldn't it?]
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[Yes. He wants to possess someone in every way. He wants to make them suffer- Oh, there's an idea. He digs his nails in to the skin of Phoenix's chest and rips, ruthlessly, right down to his navel.]
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[Speaking of which hes making sure that satchel is far across the room.]
But I won't let you go.
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If you'll...Keep it. Then go ahead.
[If H keeps part of him then he cares enough, hasn't actually abandoned him, it'll be fine.]
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[And that's not what he wants! So instead he's just gonna c o v e r Phoenix in scratches.]
You can't stay with me if you're dead.
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I'm not--I'm not going anywhere.
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[Hmmmm maybe he'll claw his face too. Yup. Good plan. Claw it, then kiss Phoenix again while digging his nails into his throat.]
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The kiss, though, any kind of affection, is far more craved than the pain, and he tries desperately to reciprocate.]
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He's not dying but it's pretty panic-inducing anyway. The adrenaline from it is actually pretty intense, in a not unpleasant way, just the strangling is kind of, well. It's a pretty mixed feeling of confused want and fear.]
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Talk to me, Phoenix. Tell me how you're feeling right now. Tell me what you're thinking.
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H..!
[His voice is strained and soft. He doesn't have enough air to breathe, talking sounds impossible. He's dizzy, and the darkness of the blindfold is kind of frightening when he can't tell if his vision is working or if he's passing out. But he isn't. He can probably talk, haltingly, and if he doesn't H will do something worse.]
H-hurts. F-feels...good, too. I--want you to keep p-paying attention, just to me.