bless me of father ; vale

[VALE]

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graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ 3-eyed cheetah

Vale nodded and licked a fang as Livingdead spoke. Had ve been this traumatized when ve’d accepted the god’s bargain? Oh, there were differences between them, but Vale had been so broken by vis brother’s death, perhaps ve’d looked as dead inside as Livingdead.

Perhaps, in time, Livingdead would come to see her affliction as a blessing and a curse, as Vale did. Possibly not. Vale could tell she genuinely couldn’t feel, while Vale often suffered from feeling too deeply. “Well, you’ve convinced me this is what you want. And you won’t loose your mind.”

Vale’s lips turned up into a smirk. “Not any more insane than either of us are now, anyway. Though I’m sure I have farther to sink before I truly hit insane.”

Decaying flesh squelched beneath vis paws as ve stepped through the rot to join Livingdead amongst the corpses. The crows, silent observers thus far, broke into a chorus of caws and wingbeats. This murder had followed Vale for years and knew vis body language better than Vale verself.

Vale reclined in front of Livingdead, and attempted to briefly touch vis forehead to hers. Steam hissed from between vis teeth.

The crows screamed; Vale didn’t react. They’ve seen a version of this before.

“I’m not worried about feeling your mind, if you aren’t of mine.” Vale pressed a paw against vis jaw. The joint popped while ve talked, but ve didn’t pause. “Possessions is guaranteed to work. I would rather not half-ass your transformation.”

“And it won’t hurt. I promise.” Vale vividly remembers possessing Jack, though ve was less sane than usual, and ve had intentionally left the pain receptors firing. But ve’d shapeshifted Jack for vis own amusement and revenge.

“If there are any specific changes you want, now is the time to request them.” Vale’s chin lowered to rest on vis right paw. “Do you want wings? Multiple eyes? You’ve seen many of my forms by now—if there is a mutation or particular rot you want, I have the skill to make it so when I possess your body.”

Vale held out vis left paw. Up close, vis flesh was all wrong, no matter how ve tried to imitate the living. Black sludge of rot dripped off vis nails. “When you’re ready, take a bite. I have always been better at possessing bodies when they’ve eaten my flesh.”

// permission to powerplay granted + permission to powerplay livigingdead?

YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★
BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
[sub][W]isker[/sub]