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sevenhorrors2025-10-14 01:19 pm
presgarddihellis) wrote in sevenhorrors2025-10-14 01:19 pm
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Who: whomstever
When: October 14th
Where: Cafeteria, outside, wherever
What: idk
Warnings: gosh, those fox fires sure are still around!
[if anyone happens into the cafeteria this day, they'll likely find a pile of mildly spicy meat handpies, some noodle dishes, some rice, and mooncakes. all of them with some levels of spice to them because in this house, we indulge in our spices until we're sent back home to places where spice is expensive af.
or at least, that's the sentiment of the cook.
who seems to be absent from the cafeteria.
anyway, free hot foods during this mid-autumn day with its chill winds and cooling temperatures and suspiciously flickering lights and whispers in familiar, desperately missed voices. or maybe that's just the wind.]
When: October 14th
Where: Cafeteria, outside, wherever
What: idk
Warnings: gosh, those fox fires sure are still around!
[if anyone happens into the cafeteria this day, they'll likely find a pile of mildly spicy meat handpies, some noodle dishes, some rice, and mooncakes. all of them with some levels of spice to them because in this house, we indulge in our spices until we're sent back home to places where spice is expensive af.
or at least, that's the sentiment of the cook.
who seems to be absent from the cafeteria.
anyway, free hot foods during this mid-autumn day with its chill winds and cooling temperatures and suspiciously flickering lights and whispers in familiar, desperately missed voices. or maybe that's just the wind.]
Re: Oct 17
slowly, he slips the knife back into his sleeve
and puts both hands on lbh's neck.
not yet squeezing. watching his face. ]
Re: Oct 17
apprehensive. his face trained into neutrality, though his eyes betray a sense of expectation. of "want". a dog being made to "sit" and "stay" as its owner balances a treat on its nose.
treat...? truly, he is messed up.
but it's a treat to be touched by a man who would rather die than be touched by him.
so more than anything, he doesn't want to ruin it. ]
Re: Oct 17
You're insane.
[ tightens his grip and cuts off his air ]
Re: Oct 17
a large part of him expected sqq to back off.
why would he ever give him anything he wants after all?so when that doesn't happen his eyes go wide in surprise, his lips parting wordlessly.naturally, he starts to struggle to breathe. his own hands come up to grip at sqq's wrists. not pulling, but grabbing onto him like a life raft as his vision starts to blur. except this life raft would sooner drown him.
vaguely, he catches the thought of "oh. he might actually kill me again." ]
Re: Oct 17
couldn't his life have been many times more pleasant, if he could have been given the things that mattered, instead of having to take them?
--in the midst of it, none of that matters. none of it takes away from the haze encroaching across lbh's eyes, or the thrill as he struggles. none of it takes away from the feeling of having this face at his mercy.
sj's pupils expand. his hands tighten in response to lbh's instinctive squirming. he's not aware of his own smile. ]
Re: Oct 17
his pulse starts to race under his teacher's fingers as his hindbrain kicks in. his foot starts to push at the floor, to try to push himself back, to try to push himself away from what his body is screaming at him is impending death. worry creeps into his eyes.
"surely he won't kill me". a stupid thought that has already been proven wrong once before. his lips start to move in a "shizun" but nothing actually comes out but a choked noise, his throat complaining at the very attempt. ]
Re: Oct 17
when lbh kicks, when the fear comes out on his face, the savageness of both sj's expression and his grip only grows. his grin stretches far enough to show his teeth. unfortunately I don't have icons for that.
he is solid and unmoving in the face of lbh's struggling, holding his head perfectly in place even as the chair rocks. choking him out until he goes limp. the bruises he leaves are deep and dark.
he doesn't kill him but he is gone by the time lbh regains consciousness. bye bitch ]
Re: Oct 17
when he wakes up again he does so with a start, his mind racing to catch up. when he stumbles from his seat he's shocked to find that his soul doesn't rise straight out of his body.
he's alive.
... he traces the bruising with his own fingers. luo binghe will remember this. ]