[there's nothing else he needs to see. he finishes his shoulder with a violent twist, dislocating at the very least, cracking something important at the very most. that's just a gateway, something to get them started; he pushes Coil away and then shoves him, toppling him back down onto the ground where he'd been not even minutes before. he aims to get him to land on that shoulder, but that's just extra.
his eyes glean red, filled with purpose and possibility as he examines his new charge. he bites at his own knuckle while the agony settles in, drawing enough blood to give him a tool. he's not completely sure where to start--he could start anywhere. it's exciting. exhilarating.
but he knows what he wants, and this is equal parts duty and self-indulgence--so crouches down and crawls over to him like this is just some night between lovers and presses his palm down on that injured shoulder and tugs too hard at the other's collar to tear it wider.
it's easy. humans are delicate. fabrics are nothing. his fingers run over scarred skin and for a second he desperately wishes his hands were uncovered. but he can do better--he leans over him, lips feeling the skin at his collar instead before he bites, tearing hard through the flesh at his neck. sinks his teeth in too far, reaches down to crawl fingers under Coil's shirt and press until he can feel the warmth of his body through his gloves. he tugs at the other's blood, starts to prick and stab and slowly press on his ribs until they start to crack.]
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his eyes glean red, filled with purpose and possibility as he examines his new charge. he bites at his own knuckle while the agony settles in, drawing enough blood to give him a tool. he's not completely sure where to start--he could start anywhere. it's exciting. exhilarating.
but he knows what he wants, and this is equal parts duty and self-indulgence--so crouches down and crawls over to him like this is just some night between lovers and presses his palm down on that injured shoulder and tugs too hard at the other's collar to tear it wider.
it's easy. humans are delicate. fabrics are nothing. his fingers run over scarred skin and for a second he desperately wishes his hands were uncovered. but he can do better--he leans over him, lips feeling the skin at his collar instead before he bites, tearing hard through the flesh at his neck. sinks his teeth in too far, reaches down to crawl fingers under Coil's shirt and press until he can feel the warmth of his body through his gloves. he tugs at the other's blood, starts to prick and stab and slowly press on his ribs until they start to crack.]