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paixaorpg2007-05-29 05:56 pm
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This is the part where you break.
Characters: Larxene and Laharl
Content: Larxene takes time to finish what she's started.
Setting: Unknown
Time: Sometime after her previous thread with Valerie.
Warnings: Torture, mental anguish, and physical torture.
The dusks were responsible for so much, leaving everything out of Larxene's tender, loving hands. She didn't mind it either, because that left less for her to worry about, and less stress for her body to take. They were responsible for bringing Laharl in, administering the necessary drugs, and for binding and chaining the poor fool up.
Larxene, in the mean time, examined her stomach area, her cloak tossed onto the unmade bed beside it. Her shirt was pulled up, so she could see the expansive bruising and slight disfiguration. The pain she felt whenever she breathed was more than enough to let her know that her collision with the wall broke at least a rib, perhaps two or three. And the burns on her legs and back-- well, she would have rathered avoided talking about those at all.
She smiled, strained, and savage, as she lowered her shirt and reached for the cloak. Perhaps she didn't feel all too angry-- but she understood that her existence had been threatened, and the natural way of things was to, well, pay it back. She zipped the coat up.
Content: Larxene takes time to finish what she's started.
Setting: Unknown
Time: Sometime after her previous thread with Valerie.
Warnings: Torture, mental anguish, and physical torture.
The dusks were responsible for so much, leaving everything out of Larxene's tender, loving hands. She didn't mind it either, because that left less for her to worry about, and less stress for her body to take. They were responsible for bringing Laharl in, administering the necessary drugs, and for binding and chaining the poor fool up.
Larxene, in the mean time, examined her stomach area, her cloak tossed onto the unmade bed beside it. Her shirt was pulled up, so she could see the expansive bruising and slight disfiguration. The pain she felt whenever she breathed was more than enough to let her know that her collision with the wall broke at least a rib, perhaps two or three. And the burns on her legs and back-- well, she would have rathered avoided talking about those at all.
She smiled, strained, and savage, as she lowered her shirt and reached for the cloak. Perhaps she didn't feel all too angry-- but she understood that her existence had been threatened, and the natural way of things was to, well, pay it back. She zipped the coat up.
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It... was... sort of true. When he'd heard of his fathers death... maybe, he'd felt... something for a moment, but mostly he was interested in the fact he was the heir. He'd been kind of mad though, that his old man bit the dust before he could defeat him as he'd planned. "I... didn't know what he'd done then..." he grumbled at her, "Far as I knew he'd gone and choked himself to death..." A dark manju he'd been told. He'd had no idea it had been Baal.
He knew it was to protect the Netherworld... but... himself? Could his father have been trying to protect him too...? No way... that .. he couldn't have. Could he?