// cw for lots of thoughts about death
Octane should have locked his fucking door, used one of his legs as a prop to keep it shut. When Michael enters, the Cheetah's head turns to look over his shoulder. Octane's ears are laid back, pupils small in an expression of frantic jittering. He feels his breathe shake as he exhales, muscles coiling as the back of his brain spills out commands. He wants to lunge at Michael, like the feral beast he was.
Octane knows, he is the loaded spring of a gun, and Caustic is the hammer. Sometimes, Caustic is the safety too- the scientist completes what Octane wants but also keeps him from getting too terrible. Octane knows Caustic can never comfort him, hold him close like a tender lover, ask the speedster how his day was, and that was fine. Octane didn't want that because he could not give Caustic that. Caustic only comforted Octane by killing him, and that was fine because that was what Octane wanted. He knows Caustic rewards him for being fucking awful by killing him. It was always too easy to get what he wanted from the wolf.
Octane finds his claws digging into the wall, he is still staring at Michael with that same feral expression a scared piece of prey may give him. He vibrates, still as he can, but Octane cannot help the jitters he makes with his shoulders or the cheetah's chirps falling from his lips.
Why can't Caustic show up already? If he was bothering to come, he would be here by now. Maybe they could try to do something close to what they had, but the risk was too high and Octane knew he would push the wolf too far. The cheetah pulls against the wall, briefly imagining his own toes ripping out at the motion, and sits himself up to rest on his elbows. Octane takes a breath, pulling himself all the way to a sitting position, his stumps awkwardly sitting out. He pulls his ears up, but finds his legs shaking. Octane is trying to pass off some semblance of being relaxed. He opens his mouth to speak, and Octane is ready to lash out. The cheetah stops, only for a moment, watching Roxanne approach. He wants to scream at them, tell them to get the fuck out, lunge at them and take all of Michael's pretty jewelry. "N... No." Octane finally sputters out, eyes casting to the doorway behind them, as if hoping he would be there. He hopes a simple 'no' is enough to answer both of their questions. Octane tilts his head, feeling the scab patched around his neck cracking and blood leaking ever so slowly into the wrappings. It's painful, and not in a good way. It's not quick and its unearned. He shifts, his wounded hip causing him the same pain, and Octane shifts his weight to his other hip.
"I want to die," he finally says, tongue idly licking at his own teeth. Maybe it's meant to be a joke, but Octane knows there's some truth to it. Death is a release from the pain that ails him, and his scientist was there to mercifully finish him off. Being unable to respawn has changed their parameters. He has ruined the trap he set for Caustic, and maybe, what they have by confining both of them here until their naturally met deaths.
And Caustic didn't even have a fucking clue.
Octane should have locked his fucking door, used one of his legs as a prop to keep it shut. When Michael enters, the Cheetah's head turns to look over his shoulder. Octane's ears are laid back, pupils small in an expression of frantic jittering. He feels his breathe shake as he exhales, muscles coiling as the back of his brain spills out commands. He wants to lunge at Michael, like the feral beast he was.
Octane knows, he is the loaded spring of a gun, and Caustic is the hammer. Sometimes, Caustic is the safety too- the scientist completes what Octane wants but also keeps him from getting too terrible. Octane knows Caustic can never comfort him, hold him close like a tender lover, ask the speedster how his day was, and that was fine. Octane didn't want that because he could not give Caustic that. Caustic only comforted Octane by killing him, and that was fine because that was what Octane wanted. He knows Caustic rewards him for being fucking awful by killing him. It was always too easy to get what he wanted from the wolf.
Octane finds his claws digging into the wall, he is still staring at Michael with that same feral expression a scared piece of prey may give him. He vibrates, still as he can, but Octane cannot help the jitters he makes with his shoulders or the cheetah's chirps falling from his lips.
Why can't Caustic show up already? If he was bothering to come, he would be here by now. Maybe they could try to do something close to what they had, but the risk was too high and Octane knew he would push the wolf too far. The cheetah pulls against the wall, briefly imagining his own toes ripping out at the motion, and sits himself up to rest on his elbows. Octane takes a breath, pulling himself all the way to a sitting position, his stumps awkwardly sitting out. He pulls his ears up, but finds his legs shaking. Octane is trying to pass off some semblance of being relaxed. He opens his mouth to speak, and Octane is ready to lash out. The cheetah stops, only for a moment, watching Roxanne approach. He wants to scream at them, tell them to get the fuck out, lunge at them and take all of Michael's pretty jewelry. "N... No." Octane finally sputters out, eyes casting to the doorway behind them, as if hoping he would be there. He hopes a simple 'no' is enough to answer both of their questions. Octane tilts his head, feeling the scab patched around his neck cracking and blood leaking ever so slowly into the wrappings. It's painful, and not in a good way. It's not quick and its unearned. He shifts, his wounded hip causing him the same pain, and Octane shifts his weight to his other hip.
"I want to die," he finally says, tongue idly licking at his own teeth. Maybe it's meant to be a joke, but Octane knows there's some truth to it. Death is a release from the pain that ails him, and his scientist was there to mercifully finish him off. Being unable to respawn has changed their parameters. He has ruined the trap he set for Caustic, and maybe, what they have by confining both of them here until their naturally met deaths.
And Caustic didn't even have a fucking clue.
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( [color=black][b]✌ ━━━━━ octane / tanglewood / pixel by kinglykingstone )[/b]
( [color=black][b]✌ ━━━━━ octane / tanglewood / pixel by kinglykingstone )[/b]