|Patrick Clark | Patroclus (borrowed_armor) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2016-12-10 22:34:00
|Entry tags:||patroclus, roxanna fielding|
WHO: Patroclus and Roxanna. Also dream!Memories!Hybris. oOOoOOooOo
WHAT: Dream!Memories and then Patroclus waking up and possibly getting over himself.
WHEN: Friday night
WHERE: Roxanna's room, Kemp House
WARNINGS: Gnarly torture dreams and then possibly discussions of said torture.
Hybris' hands on the bare skin of his chest was repulsive enough in and of itself. But she and her horrible siblings had spent the past week cutting his flesh to ribbons and, her running her fingers across the wounds in quite indelicate fashion quite simply hurt like fuck. He gritted his teeth and tried to look anywhere but at her, but that was difficult since he was tied to a chair and she was directly in front of him.
He knew Jesse, who was somewhere behind him now, was losing hope. Patroclus was as well, but he couldn't show it. Had to keep Hybris focused on him all the while not giving in. Had to keep the both of them together. Had to keep Jesse as safe as possible in the worst of situations.
"Does it bother you?" Hybris drawled, moving over him and sitting herself down in his lap. He grunted lightly, but bit down on his tongue to keep most of his reaction quiet. The DiNocti had had a go at his legs too, and he weight of her body, slight as it was, was agonising. She curled her hands up, raking long, perfectly-manicured nails down his chest as he swallowed a scream.
"What?" he hissed at her, since he figured if he didn't answer, she would keep with the claws. "Does what bother me?"
"That Achilles will never love you the way you love him?"
Patroclus squeezed his eyes shut, hating that if Jesse was awake now, he could hear this shit. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Sure," Hybris drawled, grinning at him. "It doesn't bother you at all he was getting sweet with Polyxena. Strange how you stopped talking to him then."
"He stopped talking to me!" Patroclus yelled, hating that she was getting to him like this. He was in pain and starving and exhausted and his walls had crumbled to dust.
"Mmm, almost like you are of no use to him when he's happy. Funny that." She raked her nails down him again and Patroclus shuddered, fighting the sounds of anguish that wanted to escape his cracked lips.
"Fuck you," he hissed, once he had breathed through the pain.
Hybris tsked at him and stood again, at least temporarily relieving some of Patroclus' duress. Until she stepped over to the fire on the other side of the room, and stuck a long hat pin in. "I want to see what this does if I shove it under your nails."
Patroclus shook as he watched her heat the pin until it glowed red hot. Then she turned and walked towards him, almost cruelly slowly as his shaking grew to a shudder. He wanted, more than anything, to close his eyes and pretend he was somewhere else, but he couldn't take his eyes off that damn pin. Oh god she really was going to shove it under his finegrnails.
Without thinking, Patroclus started to struggle in the chair, even though his battered body protested every single movement. Oh god. Oh god. She was almost over to him. His throat tightened around a single whimper, trying to form itself into a plea.
He had to be quiet. He had to be quiet for Jesse, but fuck it was going to hurt so much.
No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get away and soon enough she was standing over him. He nearly bit his tongue clean through, trying to keep silent as the pin neared his hand, but then he lost all control. He could feel the heat of the thing before it even touched him. "No! No, nonono-" and then pain was all Patroclus knew, and he screamed without a chance of stopping it-"
Patroclus jerked awake, sweat clinging the sheets to his body. He scrambled up, his legs twisted in the sheets so much be pulled the blankets off the entire bed as he went. "Fuck," he hissed, terrified, until he realised where he was. Roxanna's room. Kemp's house. Safe. "Oh shit."