[size=9pt]"Who says I'm not a consenting submissive, foureyes?" Jeez, they sure were uptight, weren't they? Weren't pirates meant to be all, 'Ahoy, scurvy scurvy, shiver me timbers'? Whatever. "For all you know, Skeletor here could've consulted me before hand. All that's off the table is whips and fuckin-- Puppy play or whatever."
Words, words, words, but all spoken through a grin that was forced and beginning to wobble. He felt completely off his guard, paws wrapped in rope that was cutting off both his movement and his circulation. He wanted to struggle, and his mind was going a thousand miles an hour, but he willed himself not to. Under it all, Moon had a profound amount of self-control, something learned as a child under a brutal mother, and so he'd feign nonchalance until his death. Literally.
"Yeah, fuck you, kid. I'm delicious. Way better than the fuckin' octopus ass y'all eat, anyway."
He paid no mind to what the wolf muttered on about, but he couldn't resist rolling his eyes at the blood comment. Edgy, Grandma wolf, congrats. The paw that dragged up his stomach was unsettling, drove the butterflies in his stomach crazy, but the talon-line claws that dug into his throat were definitely fucking worse. A heavy breath escaped his maw, quick, and his breathing increased, but he flashed teeth again, huffing a painful laugh. "This how you wolves give hickies, or--"
He fully intended on finishing his words, but his gaze, which desperately hopped from creature to creature in an attempt to distract himself landed on one hybrid in particular and his words skidded to a halt. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." It took him a moment to realize it was Gabriel, and not his long lost twin, and with that came a surge of frustration, of disoriented anger. Really? The Typhoon? Voice gradually losing it's energy, but still there, he spoke with the intent of a previously blacked out, malnourished torture victim who felt just a little bit betrayed. Yeah. "This is who you jumped ship for? Some fucking Peter Pan antagonist assholes? You're a real snake, Feathers, you know that?"
Words, words, words, but all spoken through a grin that was forced and beginning to wobble. He felt completely off his guard, paws wrapped in rope that was cutting off both his movement and his circulation. He wanted to struggle, and his mind was going a thousand miles an hour, but he willed himself not to. Under it all, Moon had a profound amount of self-control, something learned as a child under a brutal mother, and so he'd feign nonchalance until his death. Literally.
"Yeah, fuck you, kid. I'm delicious. Way better than the fuckin' octopus ass y'all eat, anyway."
He paid no mind to what the wolf muttered on about, but he couldn't resist rolling his eyes at the blood comment. Edgy, Grandma wolf, congrats. The paw that dragged up his stomach was unsettling, drove the butterflies in his stomach crazy, but the talon-line claws that dug into his throat were definitely fucking worse. A heavy breath escaped his maw, quick, and his breathing increased, but he flashed teeth again, huffing a painful laugh. "This how you wolves give hickies, or--"
He fully intended on finishing his words, but his gaze, which desperately hopped from creature to creature in an attempt to distract himself landed on one hybrid in particular and his words skidded to a halt. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." It took him a moment to realize it was Gabriel, and not his long lost twin, and with that came a surge of frustration, of disoriented anger. Really? The Typhoon? Voice gradually losing it's energy, but still there, he spoke with the intent of a previously blacked out, malnourished torture victim who felt just a little bit betrayed. Yeah. "This is who you jumped ship for? Some fucking Peter Pan antagonist assholes? You're a real snake, Feathers, you know that?"
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