#slipping knife

[gloryseized]

but also reverse 🗡

What do you have? A Knife! -- @justicepuppet

"Easy detective, no sudden moves," Joker advised, voice light despite the blade he had pressed to the young detective's neck. "These blades are so finicky. You wouldn't want my hand to slip."

His own heart hammered in his chest, which he was almost certain the other could feel, the two of them pressed so close together as they were. No matter, he had to satisfy his curiosity. This was the detective who had been damning the Phantom Thieves all over the city, claiming their acts of justice to be a mere cover of further corruption. It wasn't anything that he hadn't heard before, but the claim that he actually knew who the Phantom Thieves were, and especially their leader caught his attention.

It could have been a bluff, they had counseled each other, but what if it was true? So they'd arranged a meeting to uncover the truth. "No, don't turn around. That would ruin it, detective," Joker continued, feeling the detective tense under his arm. "You said you know me. I want to hear what makes you think that."

[misskassiepierce]

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Send me §, for my muse’s reaction to yours slowly slipping a knife into their chest.

Pain. Smearing pain starting from the center of her chest and spreading outwards. She looked down to see the knife, ever so close to her heart, being shoved deeper ever so slightly, creating more and more pain as it went. She could already feel herself slipping into the darkness; she blindly reached for her killer’s arm, trying to keep herself up right. The small jostle caused the attacker’s hood to fall and Kassie found herself face to face with someone she thought to be dead. Her eyes widened a fraction. “Lee?” She coughed, it hurt to talk. “Lee,” she winced but made herself continue, “it’s me…” His eyes looked distant, like he wasn’t actually there, unaware of his actions. “Lee..” Kassie could just barely come to the conclusion that he must have been Imperiused, her body shutting down. He’d never hurt her otherwise.. “Lee..you gotta..fight… They’re con..controlling you. Lee…” She coughed again, this time racking through her whole body, causing her to tremble. She knew then that she didn’t have much time left.

Her dark eyes found his one last time. “I’m…r-really glad you’re..not..dead…”

[misskassiepierce]

§ let's go with Erica

Send me §, for my muse’s reaction to yours slowly slipping a knife into their chest.

A sharp gasp escaped her parted mouth, but it was cut short from the inability to breath properly. Shocked she looked up, her posture slumping forward as agonizing pain slowly cut through her chest, much too slowly, looking at her murderer straight in the eyes.

She winced and cried out brokenly. “Pl-ease." She desperately grabbed a hold on the woman’s arm, her watering eyes pleading. As moments went by the pain got too much to bear.

Just end it.