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[LORD] Tyki Mikk (noahism) wrote in marinanova,
@ 2015-08-04 21:08:00

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:4th wall, kitty pryde (aoa), spike, tyki mikk

[The video feed is very, very dark; the room is dimly lit by candles so old that trails of wax have encrusted them to their holders. But it reminds him of home. It's quiet and lonesome, the sound of tin and glass clinking before Tyki lowers himself into a seat at one end of a dark lacquered table. More like falls into it, with a bruise forming on his jaw and a sallow, nearly waxy complexion hidden behind grown stubble and thick rimmed glasses. Waking up with an integral part of your being forcibly removed and dealing with that sudden loss takes a lot out of a man; especially one who heavily relied on the balance to keep him... sane. The pleasure checkmated the guilt into submission time and time again and now it's just an aggravating mess and a sour taste left in his mouth.

His bar was just a slathering of salt into an open wound, though oddly deserved. He would've admitted that before, perhaps, but it still irks him to see his place taken over. No, no it was Greed's bar. Perhaps that's why it bothers him so much now-- because it was born on a human connection and that's all he has now. A pitiful human existence. He draws a tall bottle of wine close and fills a dented tin cup with it. No glitz, no glamor here. Just aches and pains, a miserable existence and a strangely human presence behind his dark eyes.]

You know who you are and what you did. [He drinks, tipping back his cup.

His voice is raspy and he drops the empty cup onto the table, slouching backward against the wall.] Congrats. You won.

[And then he reaches forward to shut off the broadcasting feed.]

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noahism
2015-08-17 10:34 pm UTC (link)

[He laughs and it reverberates down the taut skin of his neck as he tilts his chin up, feeling Spike's hand on his throat. This is a pretty defenseless position and he's all too aware, but it's too late to back out. Too late to care. He's disappearing anyway, death's not permanent and whatever gets the little creepy crawlies away from his organs in the end will be worth it. It's only fair the blood he'll shed in the process not go to waste.

His chest heaves a little harder than he'd like in the moment, heart thrumming. There's a void where the pleasure would've been coursing through his veins about now - the threat of danger, the joy of pain. He still gets an adrenaline high swirling in with the drink but yes. There's apprehension. His hips shift and his body is tense, all too aware of Spike's presence. Waiting for it.

His eyes, lids low, flick back to look at Spike from the tilted angle.] If you say so.

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chipswiththat
2015-08-18 06:52 am UTC (link)

[ That he even got Tyki prone like this shows a tremendous amount of trust, more than he ever expected. They've been through so much shit together and as much as he loves his girlfriend, it'd be Tyki he'd pick if he needed a right hand man. For all the backstabbing, there's still some loyalty in there.

The heavy beating of the other man's heart hits him right in the demon, bloodthirst welling to the surface and he has to talk himself through it lest he chickens out. This is mercy, this is consent, this is saving a life rather than taking one and his conscience will just have to deal with it.

Leaning in, he presses his tongue against the pit of Tyki's throat. Wet and cold, he takes a moment to find the right spot. It's not just a matter of biting, it's about minimizing blood loss and when he picks his spot, there's a smidge of hesitation before he shifts into vamp face. ]

Here we go.

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noahism
2015-08-18 07:06 am UTC (link)

[Too late to turn back. Too late to get cold feet. Too late to - Christ, he wasn't exactly expecting tongue (cold one at that) so his eyes flutter open but stare purposely at the ceiling. That did nothing but accelerate his heart and give his gut a little unexpected turn. To deal with that... he laughs again, chuckling to himself to ease away anxiety.

He's Tyki Fucking Mikk, why must he be anxious?] You really look hideous like that.

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	chipswiththat 2015-08-18 07:14 am UTC (link)
	[ That brings him to a stumbling halt mid-approach and if his brow wasn't so rigid it'd be furrowing by now. ] Hey, you asked for this. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	noahism 2015-08-18 07:22 am UTC (link)
	I'm only making commentary. [Mildly drunk commentary that isn't exactly a lie. For a line better suited to the other thread: Spike is a lot more attractive without the game face.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	chipswiththat 2015-08-18 07:25 am UTC (link)
	Yeah, well... the more you talk, the bigger the risk of a torn artery. [ You've making the parts he's about to bite move a lot. And then, completely void of aggression: ] Shut your gob for once in your life. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	noahism 2015-08-18 07:27 am UTC (link)
	[One last uneasy chortle and Tyki sighs, nodding and resuming the head back position. Lips clamped shut, he paws off his glasses first and simply closes his eyes. Go on. Do it.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

chipswiththat
2015-08-18 07:38 am UTC (link)

[ Are we done? Good. He swallows thickly, taking another moment to psych himself up before the bite, one last pep talk to keep himself in the right mindset. Bite, but not kill. Tear, but not tear out. It's a fine balance between soul and demon, tugging him in both directions at the same time but soon enough he feels that he's got it.

The bite is deep and precise, aimed to miss as many large arteries as possible. It'll still bleed like a bitch, of course. ]

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noahism
2015-08-18 07:45 am UTC (link)

[Tyki may not have the Noah in him to take a lot of pleasure out of this, so the pain of the bite stings him with a gargled grunt - but he has the sense not to tear away from it and to try to choke on the immediate panic and pain inwardly rather than out. His tolerance is still rather high, but when you're mortal you panic over your pathetic feeble life a little more.

He strains, he doesn't fight but it's hard not to move instinctively. The noise he makes is through his teeth, a groan while one of his hands grips Spike's neck for something to grab. Something to squeeze, even if it doesn't change a thing.] Fuck. [That's all he gets out in a wheeze as he feels the hot rush of his blood trickle out, the movement inside his skin. That's what makes him jerk a little, the crawling feeling of Tease moving under the surface - trying to get out the newly made hole.]

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chipswiththat
2015-08-18 08:37 am UTC (link)

[ He presses down on the other man, does what he can to keep his as still as possible. The gush of blood is distracting like little else, twisting the hunger in him and making it hard to stay in control. He laps at the wound, suckling at the tear and just as he's starting to really lose himself in the feeding-

A flurry of activity and spitting and cursing interrupts the intimate tension. One of the Tease found it's way out of Tyki and right into his mouth. Gross gross blech. ]

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noahism
2015-08-18 08:42 pm UTC (link)

[Tyki's a little caught up in the whole bleeding into someone else's mouth, feeling pain and disgusting amounts of crawling under the skin to notice at first but - he does. And he clamps his hand over the wound on his neck instinctively, only to loosen it slightly while other little wings and legs try to crawl out. Definitely not trying to keep them in there, that's for sure. They're wet, sticky with blood and unable to fly - being in a mouth doesn't help either.

He half-laughs, half-groans.] Spitter.

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chipswiththat
2015-08-18 09:04 pm UTC (link)

Shut up.

[ He spits again, wipes at his mouth to get the sensation of bug out. That was too brief a meal to be at all satisfying and in a way that's good. Not really looking forward to the hangover and so he forces the demon back down, smooths out his features. ]

Move your hand. [ So he can lean in and try to pull some bugs out. He's got a better view and they don't eat dead flesh. ]

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noahism
2015-08-18 09:34 pm UTC (link)

[After a beat, he does, wincing as he looks at his fingertips to see the blood. Ten years or so he's been with the Earl and them as a Noah and never once feared the spill of his blood - now it just... unsettles him. He balls his fingers into a fist and drops it to his side, gingerly pulling the skin of his neck taut again by lolling his head back.

He twists his features, feeling that insistent wriggling.] They might be a bit drunk too.

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chipswiththat
2015-08-18 09:42 pm UTC (link)

[ He shifts himself into a better position, carefully stretching the edges of the wound further apart so he can pluck the little buggers whenever they get close enough to the surface. A gross task for most but he's unfazed, eyes gliding between Tyki's face and the hole in his throat to make sure he's not overdoing it. It'd be bad if he croaked now. ]

Slippery buggers...

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noahism
2015-08-18 09:55 pm UTC (link)

[Don't you like being fingers deep in him, technically? Tyki has to steady himself with deep breaths not to choke out a pained noise. He watches the ceiling for most of it, occasionally glancing at his designated Tease-extractor. He doesn't feel heady from the blood loss yet, thankfully, but the odds it will creep up on him are high.]

... Karma likes to really hit you in the face, doesn't it. [He's deserved this for a while.]

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	chipswiththat 2015-08-18 09:58 pm UTC (link)
	[ This was not how he envisioned getting Tyki's blood on his hands, no. He works as carefully and as quickly as he can though, tossing Tease aside with quiet determination. ] You tell me... [ He scoffs. ] You talk to the sheriff? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	noahism 2015-08-19 03:06 am UTC (link)
	... Had the pleasure, briefly. [She wasn't much help, clearly. His head tilts and he watches where the Tease land, where they squirm on their backs.] She feels justified and so she can sleep at night. I'm sure she has woes about it, but that changes little. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	chipswiththat 2015-08-19 08:29 am UTC (link)
	Business as usual, then. [ He has some Feelings on the subject. ] Did she do her whole spiel about how she wants to understand, or did she cut straight to telling you to suck it up? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

noahism
2015-08-19 08:28 pm UTC (link)

It wasn't an easy choice, [he mimics her a little bitterly, adding a humorous laugh] but it was what had to be done.

But personally, hm. [His eyes close for a beat, his neck is stinging.] I think if they can come up with a way to force a soul into a body and remove someone's Noah that it's not all that farfetched they come up with a method of holding instead. The part where they think they've helped is perhaps the most insulting.

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	chipswiththat 2015-08-19 08:50 pm UTC (link)
	Yeah... she's still buying into that bullshit. Keeps asking me to explain to her why this was a bad idea but- [ Ugh. So sick and tired of that snotnosed little bitch. ] Doesn't matter how many times I tell her she's playing with fire. Lit'le Kitty cat just can't wait to get burned. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	noahism 2015-08-19 09:05 pm UTC (link)
	That - really seems to be her thing. [And it will catch up to her. Something Tyki's always known, but can't quite relish now. It just seems stupid, versus appealing.] Eventually something will come her way. [...] I don't want to kill her anymore but if I ever get my Noah back, it's likely I might try. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	chipswiththat 2015-08-19 09:12 pm UTC (link)
	[ He hesitates, because this is taking a turn he's not sure he wants to pursue. Something he's been thinking about himself, in all the agony of having a soul - of not wanting to get rid of it. Of not wanting to get back to the bloodshed and death. ] You don't want it back, do you. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	noahism 2015-08-19 09:20 pm UTC (link)
	[He can't open his eyes, can't face this - he just hisses a breath through his teeth. Rubs his hands over his face.] I don't feel complete without it. It's missing, it's gone. I know what it'll feel like to have it again. [That is not an answer.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	chipswiththat 2015-08-19 09:22 pm UTC (link)
	[ He fakes a sigh, sinking down to sit on the floor among the bloody Tease, back to the couch. Reaches for the bottle — this is heavier than he's willing to deal with but here they are. ] I know. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	noahism 2015-08-19 09:31 pm UTC (link)
	[Tyki touches his hand to his neck again, invites the sting of it. Pushes his fingers to it to wet them with his blood.] Without it I fail to have... [purpose] I don't know what she expected us to do. Live happily ever after here? After all I've done, it'd still be a life of seclusion. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)