10-18-2018, 09:36 PM
[align=center][div style="width:450px; font-size:8.6pt;line-height:1.2; color:#000;font-family:calibri;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]“No...” Gentle word, pressing about the curve of his thoughts, lips moving only to utter a soft whine. Thoughts encircled him, a chaos of light and sound, too much. Entangled within it memory, moments playing upon loop until they grew disoriented, colour bleeding into one another. Familiar the pressure, the weight of him pressing lightly against his shoulder, gripping it though there is no intent there speaking of harm. Unconscious are his movements, body lifting some as head moves, leaning into the touch.
This wasn't the way it should be, none of this should have ever happened.
The savage twist of knife, reality filling the spaces left by the faint want, almost enough yet never quite pushing him to act all the way. Pulling away, the heat of the touch fading as the chill of night air curls about Har once more, drawn instead closer. Mistake. About him the stench, copper and iron drawn into one yet beneath it something more, a thread of almost sweetness dancing about him, the sound from him shuddering and weak, caught between want and fear. “Please... don't want to hurt... never want to hurt...”
Disjointed and broken, edges crackling as thoughts re once more lost. Beneath it, the ache of hunger drawn across the lining of his stomach, the thread is gone. Second passes, another following, moments enough for his mind to latch onto the possibility, a rabid dog uncaring for any who are hurt, merely wanting. No warning just the sudden raise of body lurching forward, so small in comparison, teeth finding purchase about shoulder. Bone, too close beneath to get much and yet he continues, dragging his teeth down, tearing at the flesh until it leaves it a ragged mess. It is there he stops, jaws tight about the shoulder of the one he deemed brother, the salty tang of tears spreading across his tongue, washing away the blood.
“No, no, no,” mantra repeated, words pushed through the haze of screaming thought, uneasy words spilling forth with no real structure, wordless jumble conveying only the panic. As jaws open paws lift, so small as they press against the torn skin, trying to hold it back together, each breath a ragged sob. Never does he realise part of the blood upon him is his own, leg weeping once more, the blood within his system not yet given time to break down, a slowed metabolism both a curse and a blessing at times. “I'm sorry.”
What more is there, what words might express the turmoil working through him. Shuddering breath and slowly Har is leaning in, head resting atop his paws, still clutching at Bucky's shoulder. Faint is the realisation of pain, the twist of heat about his own shoulder but such would be considered at another time, faint trickle of blood leaving a trail of crimson along black fur.
[ permission granted to powerplay attack & transfer of part of the injury ]
This wasn't the way it should be, none of this should have ever happened.
The savage twist of knife, reality filling the spaces left by the faint want, almost enough yet never quite pushing him to act all the way. Pulling away, the heat of the touch fading as the chill of night air curls about Har once more, drawn instead closer. Mistake. About him the stench, copper and iron drawn into one yet beneath it something more, a thread of almost sweetness dancing about him, the sound from him shuddering and weak, caught between want and fear. “Please... don't want to hurt... never want to hurt...”
Disjointed and broken, edges crackling as thoughts re once more lost. Beneath it, the ache of hunger drawn across the lining of his stomach, the thread is gone. Second passes, another following, moments enough for his mind to latch onto the possibility, a rabid dog uncaring for any who are hurt, merely wanting. No warning just the sudden raise of body lurching forward, so small in comparison, teeth finding purchase about shoulder. Bone, too close beneath to get much and yet he continues, dragging his teeth down, tearing at the flesh until it leaves it a ragged mess. It is there he stops, jaws tight about the shoulder of the one he deemed brother, the salty tang of tears spreading across his tongue, washing away the blood.
“No, no, no,” mantra repeated, words pushed through the haze of screaming thought, uneasy words spilling forth with no real structure, wordless jumble conveying only the panic. As jaws open paws lift, so small as they press against the torn skin, trying to hold it back together, each breath a ragged sob. Never does he realise part of the blood upon him is his own, leg weeping once more, the blood within his system not yet given time to break down, a slowed metabolism both a curse and a blessing at times. “I'm sorry.”
What more is there, what words might express the turmoil working through him. Shuddering breath and slowly Har is leaning in, head resting atop his paws, still clutching at Bucky's shoulder. Faint is the realisation of pain, the twist of heat about his own shoulder but such would be considered at another time, faint trickle of blood leaving a trail of crimson along black fur.
[ permission granted to powerplay attack & transfer of part of the injury ]