A warm leather glove caresses his cheek, fine fingers, soft underneath. Asking, or rather, S C R E A M ING for his attention. He listens, but he can’t hear. The only thing he can is the hollowness of his heart. Why was the girl still holding his cheek? She’d already k i l l e d him. He wasn’t coming back. You can’t take everything back.
My muse has been tied up and gagged by yours. Send me what they’d do to my muse now they’re silenced and at your disposal.
(( guys no joke DO NOT look under the cut if you’re not okay with... hhh what’s the list this time? torture / dismemberment / body horror / injury / blood / generally dark and morbid material tw; basically :’D ))
Smirked, reveling in the utter fear shining in Kaito’s eyes. Didn’t let it last longer than a moment, he had something to test after all, but… Held his scalpel up, slicing the down his jaw. Oops, had nothing to test for that one. Just felt like it. Kind similar to why he bent down to kiss the corner of the cut he just made. Reveling in the other’s reactions rather than for studying purposes.
Stepped back as he moved over to the other side of the table. Down his legs, to his feet. Scalpel, of course, still on hand. Knew the other liked magic, had researched him before finding out about his situation. Really, he was doing him a favor by choosing to test on his toe rather than finger.
Pressed the blade to the top if his smallest toe, watching in fascination as it started curling as the blade dug in. Could hear the other’s muffled agony as he realized just what he was planning to do this time.
The question now was, would immortality revert the body back to it’s original state, or did it simply heal what was still there?
…Would a toe grow back if it was cut off? Or would it just heal over it…?
Pressed a little further, could hear desperation behind the gag, but little else. Oh, and there was still the agony of course. Really liked how his toes were curling for this. Was cute. A small clink as metal hit bone, a grin lighting up his face as it did. Had been going fairly slow before this. But, well, straighted the curled toe with his other hand(tried to at least). Tightened his grip on the scalpel and tore through the rest, ripping through the bone and the rest of the flesh. Nerves of the phalanges being some of the most sensitive in the body.
Looked curiously at the detached toe in his hand…a dying toe. A toe that was dying in a normal way.
Only now did he choose to acknowledge the other’s distress. Went back to the other side of the table, bending down to whisper in his ear. “Shhh, it’s okay now… You did well.” Wouldn’t need his pinky toe even if it didn’t grow back. Wasn’t necessary. He was squeezing his eyes closed…but… wondered if he could tell he’d approached him again despite the pain.
Set the objects in his hands to the side in favor of wrapping his hand around his head, leaning down to him. Embracing. “Really well. No more more experiments today, okay?”
…Would still wait a minute before removing the gag though.
