byherscore: (sister molestation)
Diva ([personal profile] byherscore) wrote in [community profile] poly_chromatic2012-11-25 01:17 pm

004 - [ video ] - pre-Merlin/Angel Sanctuary/Blood+ break out log

[ at first, it's just the sound of murmuring, of fingers brushing through lush, thick hair. And then the covers shift and split and there's a sudden, close up view of Diva's face practically pressed against Saya's. ]

Wake up, sister dear. We have company.

[ She giggled, softly as she shifted again, her nightgown riding up her hip, bunching near her waist. But that's difficult to see as close as the phone is (practically) resting between their breasts. It's just sound and then Diva turns and sets the phone back on the headboard, a passing vision of Saya's rather limp form showing on the screen, the flash of white tying Saya's wrists loosely to the board. But for what reason would Diva care if any one man or woman saw it?

Saya was hers.

Diva was Saya's.

At last, they were exactly where they were supposed to be. And then the feed turns off as Diva presses close and kisses Saya softly on the mouth. It's a kiss of waking, nothing more.

Or is it? ]
sangreine: body :: flirty :: serious (unravel)

Action!

[personal profile] sangreine 2012-11-26 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
[The placid fearlessness Saya showed Karl yesterday has given way. Her eyes dart about in near-panic, arms tugging uselessly on their bonds. Only a thin- strapped chemise covers her, no match for the hunger in his eyes.]

[The slightest whimper is all she allows herself though her mind races with dark thoughts, possibilities most of her finds revolting.]
worldofourown: ([Adoring/Tears of Blood])

[personal profile] worldofourown 2012-11-26 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ Revolting? Come, come now. What is revolting about a Groom paying his Bride her due? His eyes take their time in skimming up to Saya's face. Slowly, he traces a single cool finger along the skin of her arm. Just enough to transmit a chill, to bloom gooseflesh. But he doesn't step closer to the bed. ]

[ At Diva's question, he reluctantly lets his arm drop. ]


Would you prefer to be alone with her? [ He'd love nothing more than to stay. To watch. To play. But only at Diva's behest. ]
sangreine: body :: serious :: neutral (fade away)

[personal profile] sangreine 2012-11-26 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
[Saya freezes, trapped between unpredictable forces. At the mercy of the whimsical wrath of one or both, a plaything to be fondled or broken as their moods shift. Her legs curl together, a feeble attempt to hide herself from gaze and touch alike.]
worldofourown: ([Backward Glance/Mischief])

[personal profile] worldofourown 2012-11-26 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ Karl's smile, fixed on Saya, is bright and cold. Diva's given green light. Now it's her turn. ]

Heard that, Saya? [ He reaches out. Spider-walks an icy hand up the curve of her cheek. ] I can stay. If you want. Do you~?
sangreine: scared :: nervous (shivering)

[personal profile] sangreine 2012-11-26 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
[It should be so clear, her wants and the words to make it happen, but lying there petrified and shaking with Karl's frigid touch forcing her body taut, she can't will herself to say them. Even breathing is a battle, her throat choked with sobs she refuses to let loose.]

[Back arching and shoulders straining, she fumbles for purchase enough to settle her thoughts and finds only her unrelenting bonds, soft sheets that are a taunt to painfully sensitive skin. A single word escapes, a jaw-clenched plea:]

Please...
worldofourown: ([Raepface])

[personal profile] worldofourown 2012-11-26 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ The mattress creaks as he settles on it, by Saya's hip. What a fetching sight she makes, fluttering and vibrant and alive. A pinioned butterfly. Even the air around her is colored with a psychedelic brushstroke of emotions -- like outspread wings. ]

[ When Diva unties her, he brushes the cool edge of her thumb across her lips. What a beautiful mouth. He doesn't know whether to kiss it -- or bite it off. ]


'Please'? [ A liquid laugh that seeps through the room, through skin and bones. ] Well, since you're so insistent...
sangreine: body :: flirty :: serious (unravel)

[personal profile] sangreine 2012-11-26 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Newly freed hands fly down to cross her chest, some meager attempt at cover, her bindings trailing along. Her eyes flit between the figures looming over her, the serenity in their expressions notching her fears to a new level.]

[Her lips part beneath Karl's finger, hovering somewhere between submission and biting it clean off. If only she could decide which...]
worldofourown: ([Sanest I'll Ever Be])

[personal profile] worldofourown 2012-11-26 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ His thumb probes deeper, catching in the space inside her warm wet mouth, between gum and tooth. He could smash her jaw in an eyeblink. But for now, he's content to toy with her. ]

[ No viciousness. No disfigurement. Not unless Diva requests it. ]


What's the matter? [ He takes in how she's covering herself. His voice is warm and indulgent. ] Are you cold?
sangreine: drinking :: serious (starving)

[personal profile] sangreine 2012-11-26 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
[No viciousness -- Saya has made no such promise. Nor is she entirely in control of herself when she feels his finger against her teeth. Just a flare in her eyes, bright red, and she's clamping down on his icy finger.]
worldofourown: ([Bloodlust 5])

[personal profile] worldofourown 2012-11-26 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her bite hurts. But it's a familiar hurt. An arousing one. He lets out a pleased little sound, too low in pitch to be a chuckle, too secretive to be a groan. His blood spurts cool and coppery into her mouth. ]

[ Teeth bared, he leans in. Almost nose-to-nose with her. ]


You want to feed? Is that it~?
sangreine: kiss :: surprised :: huh ([haji] first kiss)

pardon my teal dear.

[personal profile] sangreine 2012-11-28 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Drawing blood -- feeding -- had been furthest from her mind until his cool blood hits her tongue. Unnatural, that cold. Distasteful. And yet she guzzles it down, lips closing on his clammy skin, cheeks drawn concave.]

[A flicker of too-bright light draws her attention, irises constricting, blazing red. A blinding spotlight illuminating the night sky, whirling blades kicking up a mini-gale around her. Bare feet sprinting through jungle brush. Hunting.]

[Hot blood splashes her face and she snarls, fangs bared, sword flashing. The panicked face of a young girl, twelve at most, blood dripping from the sword plunged through her throat. It's yanked out and the body slides into a crumpled heap. Frenzied searching for movement or screams, body brimming with twitching rage, skin crawling, overrun.]

[Not hunting, Saya realizes with distant horror as she gains ground on a fleeing villager, sword swinging in a ruthless death-strike. Slaughter.]

[A few watery blinks and as much a scream as her full mouth can manage bring Saya back to reality, breathless and struggling, not realizing in her heart-pounding terror that she's bitten hard on Karl's finger in her strange dream-haze, enough to sever a human one. She reaches blindly out for someone, anyone, in selfish pursuit of a comforting embrace.]
worldofourown: ([Adoring/Tears of Blood])

I love teal dear :3 /throws more tldr at you

[personal profile] worldofourown 2012-11-28 12:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He gasps when Saya's teeth sink in. Everything in him throbs to that touch. It's hard to detach, to think. Dimly, he hears Diva's words, feels them twine like ribbons in his ear. Careful, yes. Except it's so impossible, when the two brightest stars in his dark little sky are so close. When Diva turns away, he breaks his gaze from Saya -- bemused, concerned. There's such a remoteness in his Queen at these moments. He adores her, even as he knows, never more intensely than right now, that he can't complete her. That she's been broken in ways another broken creature cannot fix. ]

[ But with her sister -- her babies -- the cracks can mend. He will hold onto hope. ]

[ Saya's scream breaks the reverie. His eyes drag back to her. Before she can chomp his finger off, he wrenches it free. Blood dripping, torn flesh knitting. His expression isn't pained. It's a visage of pure triumph. She remembers something. I know she does. When she reaches out, he grabs one of her flailing hands. A twisted clasp of camaraderie. ]


What do you see, Saya? Hm~?
sangreine: touch :: comforted :: scared ([haji] cling)

[personal profile] sangreine 2012-11-30 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[Gulping air, Saya jolts upright and finds instinctive purchase on Diva's shoulder, free arm clinging. Her hand is differently bound now, their grips far sturdier than any cloth, numb dread radiating from their touch and through her veins. Like the tainted blood they share.]

I -- [another breath gives her neither enough air nor any speck of solace, and she dares not try to wrench free of their grip any more than she would let her burning eyes shed their welling tears.] I was chasing them, hunting them... [killing them.]

[Her eyes squeeze shut but she can't stop seeing it, she'll never be free of their horror-struck faces spattered with blood, the flashes of reflection in wide eyes as they go dull, the smell of blood permeating everything, they're screaming and she just keeps slashing them and this can't be true please no, please]
worldofourown: ([Wicked/Purple Haze])

[personal profile] worldofourown 2012-12-01 10:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ Saya's aura of vibrant terror. Diva's sweet singsongy voice. That's all Karl is aware of beyond the crackling havoc of his own excitement. Everything Saya is trying to run from, trying to keep hidden and private, radiates in her frightened eyes -- in the raw edge of anguish in her voice. ]

[ He tightens his grip on her little hand. Marvels at the deceptive strength running through brittle bones and skin. That, and Diva's palm on his shoulder, are his only anchors to reality. She remembers it at last. Our beautiful dance in Vietnam. His gaze brightens, rapidly moving back and forth across her face, searching for clues, for the bigger meaning. There is triumph and worship, dark and enveloping, laced with chilly tangs of hatred, violence, lust. ]

[ Diva. Saya. His two focal points -- his two halves -- have finally collided. ]


But you were never more beautiful than on that night, dear Saya. [ his voice emerges raspy and entranced. He puts out a free hand, slipping his fingers through her hair. A sweet caress, before it roughens into a fist. Gripping her hair, he wrenches her head up so her eyes meet his. ] What else do you see? What do you hear? Diva's beautiful song to a symphony of screams? Myself -- just before you chopped off my arm? [ His eyes narrow, blazing red. ] Answer.
sangreine: touch :: sad :: injured ([solomon] done for)

[personal profile] sangreine 2012-12-07 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Answer? But she can't. Her glazed eyes stare at nothing, her only response to their demands a sluggish twitch. She's not aware of the two, not even in the room with them -- images fly past her, too fast and frightening to grasp, too much.]

[One last, weak sound and she falls forward, a puppet with severed strings, pitching headlong into her dreams, which will no doubt be restless and dark.]