ext_260385 ([identity profile] ora-serrata.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2006-09-06 04:52 pm

Disappointed :( [Completed]

Character(s): The Corinthian, Inu
Content: The Corinthian thinks Inu might be a good substitute for eating Riku's eyes, and is disappointed.
Setting: Muspelheim
Time: After Saix left Inu and the Corinthian and Minnie parted ways.
Warnings: The Corinthian being a bit of a sadist and angry. And Inu being Inu.


Mice, birds, sheep.

The Corinthian was beginning to think that this entire place was infested with animals. Blue eyes were beginning to bore him. Usually he associated them with something crisp, fresh, like cold water with a bit of sweetness. However, the vast amount of them that were in Paixao made him think that they were plain. Like lukewarm water. The nightmare shrugged and decided that this ide of Paixao was no more interesting than the other. If anything, 'Muspelheim' was even duller.

Odd though, the names. The reminded him of that blasted place Matthew had abandoned him at. He dug into his pockets for his sunglasses, vividly remembering the mouse's reaction to his 'eyes', or lack of. It had been... he had liked it on one hand. The fear that had easily crept across her face and waryness she regarded him with. On the other it made his stomach turn. He knew why he liked it, it was something he would like, the sorry bastard. The dead bastard, for that matter. The one who came before him was gone.

But the Corinthian could never escape him, it seemed. Even here, where there was no preexisting record of his actions, no dreamers to reflect and so far, no lord to command him. The other who had been himself lurked in the back of his mind in his instincts and the things he took pleasure from. It was enough to make the nightmare enraged, which only made all the blue eyes more irritating. He wanted a look at the eyes beneath the blindfold of the silver haired boy. The one he had talked to earlier. Riku.

Which is probably why the flash of silver caught his eye. He turned, to look at it, and the grin started. He couldn't help himself, catching side of the beautiful boy trussed up and tied to the lamp post. It was like someone had left him a gift. And it reminded him of things he used to do. Before he thought much about it, the knife from his pocket was pulled out, and the blade snapped open. This would make up for his earlier disappointments.



Inu didn't like this. He was uncomfortable, for one. The light was too warm, and whenever he tried to escape, he couldn't. The smell of paint, because he could smell the paint on the lamp post, burned his nostrils. He shifted often, to try and relieve pressure on various parts of his body. It didn't work and left him even more confused. But he would remember the scent, and the sound of his voice and the sound of his feet. Something other than the smell of paint. If Inu could remember what colors looked like, he would be thinking about blues. The kind of blues that were mixed into the blacks of midnight, and quite possibly, the moon. And the smell of too much oxygen, and hidden malice. He would remember.

His shoulders hurt. Inu was a thing which lived off of what felt good and what did not. This did not feel good, with the awkward half-standing position he'd acquired when the man had tied him here. Someone was coming closer, and that made him more uncomfortable. This scent was unfamiliar as well, but it wasn't even human. He heard two feet moving, so it walked on two legs, but it was not human.

It smelled like sand, and when it touched him, fingers on his cheek, Inu thought it felt like sand too. Rough fingertips, which made him lean back into the pole, which was already too close for comfort. He bent his body around the object he was tied to, trying to escape the touch. It was not a praise or a pat on the head, not the kind of touch that led to more either. Inu didn't hear a heartbeat either.



The Corinthian's grin grew wider as the boy stretched away from his touch. He was betting that the spine was right at the lamp post, that this one wouldn't escape him. The ties that held him there ensured that, as did the entire get up. He had to admire someone else's handiwork, thumb resting on the boy's cheek. Briefly, his knife was put away, he had other things to do with his hands. His free hand travelled down, testing the buckles on the boy's shoulders, the gloves, and then the scar.

"...what's this, hm?" He asked, not expecting a response, of course, because of the gag situated between the boy's teeth. The rings caught his eye, and he looped a finger through one of them, experimentally tugging on it. Not hard enough to rip it from the flesh, though that was tempting to.

He needed to release his anger on something afterall.



Inu almost relaxed, as nothing happened for a few moments. Then, pain. The boy immediately snapped forward, trying to relieve the pressure on his skin, biting down on the gag in his mouth. The one who didn't smell human spoke too, and its voice sounded human. Human male. Inu paired the voice and steps and scent together, leaning forward towards the ... thing. Had he been the animal he was named for, Inu would have whimpered submission.

Despite the scars, he had lost almost no sensitivity on his skin. And he felt the ring turn slightly, as if someone was twisting it. This made him inhale sharply through his nose, and struggle against his bonds once again. Something, hopefully, to relieve the pain.




"Don't like that, do you?" The Corinthian asked, studying how the boy's body moved in response to what he did with the steel ring. He was sorely tempted to break this body in two. The slender limbs, thin neck... the Corinthian could see bones and carthasis was needed. He let go of the ring, then, and dug back into his pocket for his knife.

A blindfold. How trite.

The nightmare reached behind the boy's head, skimming over the buckle on the blindfold to grab a handful of hair and jerk. Gaze drifting down to see what kind of reaction he got from the boy this time. He had played with his victims before, yes, but it had been through words and seduction, to make them his victims in the first place. When it had come to maiming, the Corinthian had only allowed himself the pleasure of cutting into the face. He wondered what it would be like to be a sadist who specialized in the entire body.



Inu had leaned into the touch. He wanted to be petted on the head and praised. But then came the jerk, which led him to try and escape, which only led to more pain. His head hurt now, and his breathing had elevated. His chest rose and fell faster, a sign of fear.

There was a large chunk of metal nearby as well. Too much to be a dogtag, too little to be a sword or gun. Inu could smell it, and by how close it was, guessed that it had to be a weapon. A knife, maybe. He stiffened, hoping to be left alone.


The Corinthian laughed, low and to himself when he felt the boy go stop moving. It was like he was trying to hide, now, but it was far too late for that. He unbuckled the blindfold, dragging the back of his knife from the boy's forehead to right beside his eye.....

"...FUCKER."

The Corinthian let out another noise after that, one of complete anger. There was nothing here. Well, what used to be eyes, but the color was gone. Scar tissue had easily taken over what had been eyes. He couldn't even picture them as they should be from their remanents. It was gross, disgusting, it tugged some primal gag reflex in the back of his throat.

His knife was clicked shut, and he almost cut himself doing so. Today had gone from nice to worse to shit. He redid the blindfold, to hide the ruined eyes from view. For a creature who feasted on eyes, the deliberate destroying of them seemed to disturb him.

"...You're lucky," He told the boy, running his fingers through the silver hair. He had been looking forward to that. "...fuck," he swore again, and grabbed the boy's hair again, giving his head a good shake.

Fuck. Even more pissed off than he'd been before, the Corinthian turned on his heel and angrily stalked off.




When the blindfold had been removed Inu had almost jerked again. The unfamiliar sensation of light and air to his eyes invaded his senses, but then came the anger. The touch of a knife (he had been right) to his skin, and then the almost absent minded pet. Then the pain again. Inu was left alone, after that, trying to once again piece together an encounter he couldn't see.

He did not want to meet anymore people who didn't smell right.