eating away the walls and the distance.

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

[there's a redhead propped against a wall in one of the more spacious rooms. the skin around his eye sockets is red and angry; the sockets themselves are empty, scraped clean.]

Guess I should take these things in stride.
 
[ooc; warning for squick/pseudo-guro.]

Comments

[bladesanity.livejournal.com]

Nice gaping holes.

[someone's busy having a little too much fun with his power, scraping designs into the wall with sharp bladed fingertips.]

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

[he can feel the tiny vibrations from Roxas's scratching, and he tilts his head in that direction.]

They're even prettier when the flies are crawling around in them.

[bladesanity.livejournal.com]

I'm sure.

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

'course you are.

Which one are you again?

[bladesanity.livejournal.com]

The one who could kill you if he got bored enough.

[the whole wall is covered in swirling patterns by now.]

[killed.livejournal.com]

He~llo.

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

[lifts a hand up and wiggles his fingers in a wave.]

[killed.livejournal.com]

Who did it, to your eyes.

[so so so curious, wriggling up against him and tugging to get a better look.]

Must've hurt.

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

I was having a bit of a domestic dispute with my best friend.

[he's pulling away, throat vibrating with a growl.]

Don't touch that.

[celaje.livejournal.com]

[this Sora's on an eyepatch on his right eye, hiding something similar.]

So that's what I'd look like if I lost both of them. Huh.

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

I find myself quite attractive without them.

[well, he technically only lost one, but the second was hanging out of his head by a strand of muscle and it felt so awkward to walk around like that.]

[celaje.livejournal.com]

I think I look badass with this eyepatch, but I don't think having two eyepatches really works...

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

Just sew them shut.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[blinks as he comes into the room, damn near face-to-face with the eyeless version of himself]

... okay, I'll bite. What the fuck happened to your eyes?

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

We~ll, I made this bet with Larxene that I could live through having my eyes ripped out. She was so pissed when I won.

[totally not serious.]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[deadpan look, not that he can see it]

How dumb do you think I am?

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

Probably as dumb as I am, so I'd say somewhere in the 50 to 60 I.Q. range.

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[wobbles his way over, curious]

What things...?

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

Getting dumped in the middle of this freakshow, having my eyes torn out... y'know, the usual.

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[that gets you a scared noise, and Sora scrambling back]

W-who--

Please don't let them be here--

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

R-E-L-A-X, kiddo. There's no one else around.

[if there were, he'd have felt their footsteps.]

[achromaticly.livejournal.com]

[unfazed 13 year old is unfazed]

Wow, when I got stabbed in the eye, it turned black. It didn't do something cool like that, mister.

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

I didn't get stabbed.

[achromaticly.livejournal.com]

What happened? Did it hurt?

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

Said the wrong thing to the right person. And yes, it hurt like a motherfucker.