fineblood:
petjakey:
Of all the things he’d anticipated happening, this was not one of them. To be fair, despite there having been a fight, he felt like they’d resolved things between themselves reasonably well. Elliot still didn’t seem to feel as though he would need Jake but a layer of the awkwardness had disappeared. To him that was progress.
This was definitely not progress.
He had no time to react as August’s fingers twisted into his hair and yanked his head back before dragging the dagger across his throat. It wasn’t a spray of blood but it was a steady stream of it. He was busy trying to stem the flow of blood as he was shoved to the floor but it streamed through his fingers anyway. Jake didn’t try to say a word, though.
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❛ "YOU SCREWED UP, SO THIS IS YOUR PUNISHMENT,” august said. nothing, in his opinion, weighed heavier than guilt. “it’s because you disobeyed me that he’s going to die.” he wanted to make that clear, that he wasn’t killing jake because he thought jake had done something wrong. he wanted elliot to know his actions had more consequences that concerned others than himself. “isn’t this what you wanted?” he asked as he stared at the other half-wolf bleeding to death at their feet. “you wanted him gone. you told me so yourself, elliot, that i didn’t need him.” he wiped the blood from his dagger against his pants, his expression as cold as ever. he had no patience for misbehavior. “if that’s not what you want, get on your knees and beg me for his life.”
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Again Elliot was reminded that he’d screwed up, at this point he really was surprised that he was even still breathing. His eyes flickered between August’s clearly angry face and Jake’s choking form. Elliot only had so long to decide how he wanted to react, whether he could swallow his pride and get on his knees of if he would just let Jake die. Part of him wanted to argue that if he’d really wanted Jake to die he’d kill him himself, but he’d not, he’d let the pet live, but there was no time, every second Elliot spent debating with himself was a second closer to actually letting the other die. And Elliot didn’t want Jake’s death to be on him, he’d rather watch the other fail himself. So he got on his knees and he begged. “Please spare him. Please don’t let him die, he doesn’t deserve that, I’m the one who broke the rules, I’m the one who fucked up, I’m the one who should be choking on their own blood.” Elliot spoke, swallowing his pride, biting down hard on his desire to glare, to deadpan each word and instead infused them with emotion.
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