traumaprom the second

[hyanaimne]

[MEMORIES . . .

Well Lace isn't here surely this won't be as bad as last time!!]

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[redatheart]

[SAYS YOU!

...as soon as he realizes Clover's his partner, his face actually goes hard instead of soft. His hands are balled into fists at his side as he slowly scans the room, spending...at least a few moments just staring at the ink and quill.

But his voice is level when he speaks.]

I see she changed the decor.

[No roses, you know.]

[hyanaimne]

[well, while he does that, he'll miss the look of absolute fear on her face, because last time didn't go well for her, and she knows it didn't go well for him either, and—]

Absolutely fucking not.

[NOPE. SHE'S ALREADY DONE]

[redatheart]

[did the last time go well for anyone.

he does miss it, yes. also, this is certainly one of the first times he hasn't reached out to hold her hand in the face of a troubling game. whoops too pissed.]

That choice is out of our hands.

[hyanaimne]

[he isn't the only one. Her hands are clenched at her sides, shaking, but her glare doesn't waiver when she turns it on him.

At least it isn't directed at him]

Surely she can change her damn mind.

[redatheart]

Can? Yes. But how likely do you think that is?

[he seemingly does not mind that she's still glaring when she looks at him. the look on his own face is pretty harsh]

[hyanaimne]

[her scowl darkens, before she crosses her arms and looks away with an angry noise]

[redatheart]

[so he's just staring at her for a few seconds, before he speaks up again]

I'll do it.

[she knows what he means.

does it sound like he's very much made up his mind and expects her to go along with it? yes. (really he knows she won't and he shouldn't but HE DOESN'T CARE)]

[hyanaimne]

[now the glare is directed at him]

Do what. You need to be more specific so I know what I am saying no to.

[redatheart]

[he's not glaring back, but his gaze in return is very level]

In the event that our offer isn't accepted, I will be the one to die.

[he even manages to keep from his voice from showing any fear when he says the word 'die', because he knows if he shows any hesitation about it, she'll pounce on that.]

[hyanaimne]

Then I will sacrifice my life for yours.

[it's almost as though she's thought this out or something] I'm not going to stand here and watch her kill you.

[redatheart]

Ah, and you think that I'd be all right with the reverse scenario?

[hyanaimne]

I am more than capable of taking my own life.

[redatheart]

Clover, that is not the point.

DECISION

[hyanaimne]

[jk they argued to the very end there is nothing here]

Re: DECISION

[cardless]

[Your offering was REJECTED.]

[Words appear on the ground before you in glowing green. “Your sacrifice(s) are to die, by quill or by ink. Make your final peace, then meet your fate.”]



[Of course, if you wait for longer than fifteen minutes, the matter will be taken out of your hands. The oddly metallic pattern of shelves on the wall shift, peel off the paper and lash out — a number of books fly off the shelves and surround the doomed sacrifice. The books, which have pages as weighty as steel, start pressing down on their victim’s extremities. They crush fingers or toes, then hands and feet, more and more of them working their way up the unfortunate victim’s limbs until all that’s left is a torso and a head. It’s an excruciatingly slow process, culminating in the other books fluttering off to be replaced by a final, person-sized one oh-so-slowly pressing their chest and head until they finally expire in a manner befitting a pressed flower.

Not to worry, though! Even if the other partner tries to attack them or pull them off nothing will happen to them. They’re very monogamous books, and only crush on one person at a time--even if their persistence is irresistible.]

Re: DECISION

[redatheart]

[as soon as he realizes that they've argued the entire time - that they didn't decide anything, that they're both going to die - there's a moment where he just sort of deflates. Now there is fear in his expression (but also sadness. and anger.)]

.....Ah.

Re: DECISION

[hyanaimne]

[when the words appear she scrambles to her feet to read them—

The color drains from her face, and any anger that may have remained there is gone, replaced with fear. And panic. She didn't want him to die, but now they both were. THAT'S GREAT.

She practically has to force herself to look over at him, and thaaaat's some guilt too]

Re: DECISION

[redatheart]

[he's looking at the ink and quill, but then he shifts his gaze over to her, mirroring her guilt.

And then he's looking at the instruments again. His hands are definitely shaking as he reaches down for the quill]

Re: DECISION

[hyanaimne]

[she watches him reach for it and can't help but. Laugh. A shaky sound that is not at all humorous or okay. She brings a hand up to cover her eyes, because she's going to start crying and like hell is she going to let him watch that too]

Do you want me to k-kill you?

[it wouldn't be the first time!!]

Re: DECISION

[redatheart]

[he rolls it between his fingers as if absentmindedly, though her laugh draws his eyes towards her again quickly. The way she covers her eyes makes him take several steps toward her, though he then stops because...with all the arguing...would she even accept his comfort?]

I can...do it myself.

[and then he winces, because that's almost what she said to him, in the beginning.]

Re: DECISION

[hyanaimne]

I'm sorry—

[it comes out half a sob and she angrily scrubs at her eyes. She's trying to keep it together, but - it's exactly what she said to him before and the second apology comes out rougher, like it's forcing its way out despite her best efforts] I'm so sorry—

Re: DECISION

[redatheart]

[...if she wants to she can push him away, but damn it, he's closing the distance between them, curling his hand around the back of her neck, pressing his forehead against hers.]

No. It's just as much my fault.

Re: DECISION

[hyanaimne]

[she thumps a fist against his chest, hard enough to sting, but she doesn't push him away. Instead, her free hand comes up to cup his cheek]

We're both idiots. [it comes out weakly]

Re: DECISION

[redatheart]

[he totally takes that in stride, along with a very weak laugh]

Yes.

I'm sorry, too. I wanted...

[he sighs, stops talking for a second]

--You weren't supposed to die.

Re: DECISION

[hyanaimne]

Neither were you.

[a breath, and the hand on his chest clenches in his uniform] Not again.