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.

[killed.livejournal.com]

He~llo.

[bladesanity.livejournal.com]

I'm sure.

[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]

'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.]

[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 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.]

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

Keep doodling on the walls, then. I've heard that getting in touch with your inner child can do wonders for your personality.

to =/= do

[bladesanity.livejournal.com]

I'm sure doodling on your flesh would do me well, too.

[celaje.livejournal.com]

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

[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.

[killed.livejournal.com]

I'll touch what I want!

[growls right back, but it just morphs into a bunch of laughter. he's trying to hook his fingers inside of an eye to pull.]

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

Just sew them shut.

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

But then I'd have to set you on fire, and that wouldn't end well at all.

[celaje.livejournal.com]

--what, the eyepatches?

[bladesanity.livejournal.com]

You could have fun trying, at least.

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

[h-hypersensitive in that particular area. his fingers fly up to clutch at Roxas's wrists, trying to pull him off.]

Not very polite, are you?

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

The eyes.

[killed.livejournal.com]

I don't have to be 'cause I like it when people beat the shit out of me when they're annoyed.

[almost ready to lean in and bite the other's bottom lip just to get back at him, struggling in the hold.]

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

So self-confident! I'll have to practice my arrogance to keep up with you.

[bladesanity.livejournal.com]

Have fun with that.

[scraaaape, scraaaape.]

[whipstitched.livejournal.com]

That's not a very good survival tactic.

[shoves at him. shoo fly.]