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dozens forks ([personal profile] chlorokyll) wrote2023-05-03 10:48 am

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DUONET ID: XxMillionsKnivesxX
"You know what to do."

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[personal profile] ndw 2023-05-11 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The pain that spreads from Knives' blades sinking into his skin is distant, foreign. By now Wolfwood's spilled so much of his own blood that he's sure it outweighs the amount of Plant-generated water on Gunsmoke.

So he doesn't fear pain anymore.

He does fear dying though, despite himself. He'd always told himself it's because he had something to live for, and something to protect. His own life might be worthless, but it still meant something when it came to protecting the orphanage.

But if that were true, then he'd press down harder on Knives' throat and make good on his threat. If he's only alive to protect the orphanage then there's no better reason to give up his life. The reason that he was taken from his home. The reason that he was forced into a body only half his own. The reason that Livio had put a gun to his temple and pulled the trigger.

For all that, he should crush the throat beneath his grasp and let Knives tear his own out in retaliation, but-

Something alights in his chest, breaking through the cold rage he'd been bearing down with: he doesn't want to die. It's emotional and illogical because, why? What reason does he have to refuse this opportunity? He doesn't think he could offer an explanation if asked, but still the feeling sits tight in his chest, choking him almost as violently as his anger had a moment ago: he doesn't want to die.

The room comes back into focus around him as he jerks back, dislodging the blade from his torso and, true to promise, springing forth a free flow of blood. It still doesn't bother him—not as much as his own cowardice—but it's enough that he stumbles a little as he retreats, standing now a good distance away from the couch where Knives is laying.

For a few moments, there's nothing to break the silence but heavy breathing.

Then, he meets Knives' gaze again, ]
... Don't think I won't make good on my promise.

[ He turns his back to him, vulnerable to attack for a moment before he's slamming the door behind him. ]