[She lets out a noise of disgust, frustration, irritation and no small amount of hurt.] Pain does not help! It hurts you! It leads to scars, even if they are not visible.
[Logically, he knows Northly could put him in a grave with only a thought. He might not know much about magic, but he knows enough to realize she's dangerous. He's seen it first-hand, watched her freeze entire rooms, control the very wind around them.
But he has reason for his beliefs. He remains still, despite the corpse in her hand.]
The problem ain't what you can do. It's what you might not do if you had to.
[The unhorned rabbit vanishes from her hand, but its blood remains behind, splattering to the ground. Its bones drop next, then its guts. She tosses him its flesh, now cooked.]
[Though he catches the meat tossed his way, Pom doesn't break eye contact with her, his eyes narrowing as he fights to keep the encroaching morning light from blinding him.]
This place has changed all of us, Northly. Some of us worse than others. And if I end up as something horrible, something that's a danger to you—
[He pushes a shuddering breath through his nose, his lip quivering.]
I'd rather be dead. If you don't do it, someone else will.
[Pom nearly cuts back again, but his stomach grumbles, his teeth aching. He can't help himself any longer; he's forced to eat by a voracious body he struggles to control, to even consider his own anymore. Devouring the meat in his hands, he's awash with a mixture of guilt, frustration, and disgust as his gaze lands on the remains near Northly's feet. He's still hungry. He's always hungry.
But the longer he looks, the worse he feels, the vibrant color of the fresh blood too akin to the puddle on the garage floor, the guts too similar to those torn from the man he brought home for himself and Gale. They ripped into him like animals, like true monsters, not caring who he was or what he'd done or if he was a person—
His eyes squeeze shut as he covers his mouth with his hand, trying to shut it all out - the sight, the smell, all of it.]
[She sees his eyes fall on the pile, senses his rising distress. Hastily, she places the gore in her inventory, out of the way of temptation, then presses close to his side.]
[He chokes on his words, trying to hold them down along with what little is in him stomach; he barely manages, but his throat feels raw from the effort, his chest heaving.]
It's- color. The color is- it's too close. It's too...
[He shakes his head, struggling to even word what he's feeling as a fresh wave of anxiety and horror flood through the Imprint.]
[She slaps her hands over his eyes. Through their bond, she sends images of darkness, of the ocean depths, of cool blues and greens. She doesn't know what he needs, apart from food, but if the colour is a problem, she can take it away.]
[For a solid minute, Pom stands silently, trembling against Northly's hand as she turns the tide of the Imprint, tethering herself to him mentally as well as physically; he keeps one hand over his mouth, the other clutching hers, clinging to it as though the depths she shows him would drag him under. Slowly, his breathing steadies, and he lets himself drift in the colors that dance before him, in the smell of her skin so close to him. It's not perfect, but it's... better.
He butts his head against her, folding over onto her smaller frame as he pulls her closer. The fur of his mane remains on end, riled along the back of his spine as it blends into his pomp along his neck, but the rest of him hangs against her - he's so tired.
A breath, another beat. He'd been so irritated with her, so sure it'd be better to push her away than put her in danger. Yet here he is once again, not sure he can live without her.]
[He swallows hard against her, taking in another breath, but unmoving otherwise. He's afraid to lose her to himself, but he's equally afraid to let her go.]
And there are many in the ocean. [She keeps her hands in place and slowly starts manipulating the air so his lungs fill with what lies above them, untainted by the blood of the unhorned rabbit.]
[She hums, considering. Pom would be more comfortable with his glasses, but once they're below the surface, that will block out plenty of light. But... they're so close to leaving. And they need to leave.
So instead she pulls a stream of blood from her veins — blue and coppery, she doesn't imagine it will cause the same issue, and with his sight impaired he won't be able to see its source — she freezes it in a thin pane in the shape of goggles.] This will not be as effective, but may suffice.
[Despite the fact she freezes it when his eyes closed, he knows she's doing something with her blood - he smelled it as soon as she pulled it out of her body, his nostrils flaring as he cracks his eyes open. Indeed, the thin pane helps, though his nose remains wrinkled.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
[He swallows; he can still taste his own blood when he does.]
Pain helps. Helps me find my way back. Helps me know this is my body. That this is still me.
no subject
no subject
It's something I have to do to keep me me. To keep me from hurting you. For that, I'll do whatever it takes.
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
You were taken by Patho-Gen. Put in a cage. You think I couldn't hurt you if I had half a mind to?
cw: harm to an animal
An unhorned rabbit, squealing a warning like a piglet slams into that hand. The next moment, its head snaps to one side. It falls limp.]
I do not.
no subject
But he has reason for his beliefs. He remains still, despite the corpse in her hand.]
The problem ain't what you can do. It's what you might not do if you had to.
no subject
[The unhorned rabbit vanishes from her hand, but its blood remains behind, splattering to the ground. Its bones drop next, then its guts. She tosses him its flesh, now cooked.]
no subject
This place has changed all of us, Northly. Some of us worse than others. And if I end up as something horrible, something that's a danger to you—
[He pushes a shuddering breath through his nose, his lip quivering.]
I'd rather be dead. If you don't do it, someone else will.
[He sounds so certain of that.]
no subject
cw: boy howdy allusion to cannibalism
But the longer he looks, the worse he feels, the vibrant color of the fresh blood too akin to the puddle on the garage floor, the guts too similar to those torn from the man he brought home for himself and Gale. They ripped into him like animals, like true monsters, not caring who he was or what he'd done or if he was a person—
His eyes squeeze shut as he covers his mouth with his hand, trying to shut it all out - the sight, the smell, all of it.]
no subject
We must feed you.
no subject
[He chokes on his words, trying to hold them down along with what little is in him stomach; he barely manages, but his throat feels raw from the effort, his chest heaving.]
It's- color. The color is- it's too close. It's too...
[He shakes his head, struggling to even word what he's feeling as a fresh wave of anxiety and horror flood through the Imprint.]
no subject
no subject
He butts his head against her, folding over onto her smaller frame as he pulls her closer. The fur of his mane remains on end, riled along the back of his spine as it blends into his pomp along his neck, but the rest of him hangs against her - he's so tired.
A breath, another beat. He'd been so irritated with her, so sure it'd be better to push her away than put her in danger. Yet here he is once again, not sure he can live without her.]
Sorry.
no subject
no subject
Okay.
no subject
no subject
[He closes his eyes, and between that and the untainted air, he feels just a little better.]
You'll have to guide me. I can't... can't see out here. Not without my glasses.
no subject
So instead she pulls a stream of blood from her veins — blue and coppery, she doesn't imagine it will cause the same issue, and with his sight impaired he won't be able to see its source — she freezes it in a thin pane in the shape of goggles.] This will not be as effective, but may suffice.
no subject
Northly.
no subject
no subject
[That's not even a question.]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)