Old muse is old.

[sacrificeable]

And just what do you think you're doing? I won't be so easily distracted from my plans. No matter what you say it won't matter.


Is there a reason why you are still talking?

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LMAO OH GOD OOPS. :( Yes. SOUBI. XD

[sacrificeable]

[The floor cold and hard, it only takes a small amount of effort for him to force Soubi to the floor. Blood covered fist is twisting into scared flesh, flesh he carved so patiently, perfectly.

Though physical punishment was in Soubi's immediate future, there were far greater ways to cause pain than carving flesh and stabbing eye balls.

For as strong as he was, his body is light and he presses close to Soubi as he pins the fighter to the ground.]

When did you become so bold as to give me orders?

heh ^_^

[markedbeloved]

[Soubi can't looks into his eyes anymore and just turns his head to the side. The pain didn't mater to Soubi, he was able to block it out. It was the contact between the two that was running through his mind. It had been a long time, but he knew that Seimei was going to do more then just hurt him.]

I must be broken.

[sacrificeable]

[Broken does not begin to cover the punishment he has in mind. His free and unbloodied hand inching down, reaching for a pocket and the sharp blade hidden within. The scalpel clean and sterile is brought and between them. The light the flashes off reflects down on the deep scares that line Soubi's neck. The sharp tip brought down and begins to retrace lines he carved oh so long ago. He will remind Soubi of his place, line by line, cut by cut, and with each new drop of blood.]