[He doesn't let his grip go, instead scrambling with bad hand and all to get a better grip on them. It's an impossibility, to pull them back. It's impossible, it's inevitable, but--]
[ that's much too bad and without any kind of reasoning for it because she'll work her way up more of finis the next go around. moving further up to grab a hold of their midsection as she pulls them down... should thancred keep holding onto finis, he'll be responsible for them to tear into two halves. ...though magi will make sure it doesn't be that gruesome and will clean up any gore that may follow.
that said, she'll giggle while doing so and finis will simply just look at thancred with the same blank expression that they always had been since he first took them from the church. he did this. oh, if only he hadn't brought finis with him... ]
He can feel the tension unravelling between them, like the child will very well split in half. But his injured hand makes the choice for him, and his complete lack of grip starts to slip away faster and faster, until the inevitable pull from Magi will win out. He stumbles backwards with a fumbling attempt to try and grasp what's left of the child's outfit at the collar. But it's a losing battle.]
[ it truly is a losing battle because once thancred lets go of finis, she'll finish up the job and swallow him up in a single "bite". while obviously cruel to do so, she must fulfill her role as a monster and thus she'll laugh softly at thancred's obvious suffering. ]
[What little he has in words, Thancred makes up for in just how dark his emotions swirl, how obvious his hurt is in his posture and the way his eyes start to burn. Something he could hide with tone and a chance to step away, but never in the moment. Always obvious in the moment, always called out in the moment. As though your heart were to burst straight out of your chest--]
You have already taken quite enough. [His knuckles tighten white at his sides as he stumbles back from the empty spot where Finis once stood, teeth gritting.]
[ that's fine. she doesn't act any differently from when she first met them and even with the way his hostility towards her is no longer contained, she replies to him in the same gentle voice. of course, those hands that had been holding onto finis now reaching out to grab a hold of one of his (you pick the side nik) hands. ]
Is that your wish? Is that what you're desiring of me right now?
[Caught in a pained seethe from his teeth. It's his injured left hand that she finds and snares herself around. But though he fights to stay grounded through the pain that advances up his arm, he doesn't pull that hand away.
If it gets the rest out. If it keeps any more casualties from piling. Erasure is not an option. So--]
[ there's that gentleness in her voice that's more like when they first approached her when they arrived here than how she had been more recently as the monster. ]
This isn't payment for what you wish for; I've said it before. All of my wishes are free. I'm simply fulfilling the wish of being a monster.
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[He doesn't let his grip go, instead scrambling with bad hand and all to get a better grip on them. It's an impossibility, to pull them back. It's impossible, it's inevitable, but--]
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that said, she'll giggle while doing so and finis will simply just look at thancred with the same blank expression that they always had been since he first took them from the church. he did this. oh, if only he hadn't brought finis with him... ]
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hello PTSD my old friend, ]
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[god. GOD.
He promised.
He can feel the tension unravelling between them, like the child will very well split in half. But his injured hand makes the choice for him, and his complete lack of grip starts to slip away faster and faster, until the inevitable pull from Magi will win out. He stumbles backwards with a fumbling attempt to try and grasp what's left of the child's outfit at the collar. But it's a losing battle.]
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So delicious.
[ her delight seemingly genuine. ]
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[What little he has in words, Thancred makes up for in just how dark his emotions swirl, how obvious his hurt is in his posture and the way his eyes start to burn. Something he could hide with tone and a chance to step away, but never in the moment. Always obvious in the moment, always called out in the moment. As though your heart were to burst straight out of your chest--]
You have already taken quite enough. [His knuckles tighten white at his sides as he stumbles back from the empty spot where Finis once stood, teeth gritting.]
Let us out.
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Is that your wish? Is that what you're desiring of me right now?
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[Caught in a pained seethe from his teeth. It's his injured left hand that she finds and snares herself around. But though he fights to stay grounded through the pain that advances up his arm, he doesn't pull that hand away.
If it gets the rest out. If it keeps any more casualties from piling. Erasure is not an option. So--]
Take your damned payment and let us leave.
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This isn't payment for what you wish for; I've said it before. All of my wishes are free. I'm simply fulfilling the wish of being a monster.
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Memory remembers a price, and does not trust the absence.
Even as the touch snakes up towards his elbow, he doesn't respond. Not to correct her, nor to acknowledge. He'd said all he wished.]