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zнaѕ ([personal profile] theboogieman) wrote in [community profile] psychoshenanigans2016-10-17 11:30 pm
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Goodnight // AU

[clans of Life-Eaters are notoriously awful.

they build these hives underground because they are too hideous to travel among humans. some make their homes in existing sewer networks, but this particular clan had cobbled together a multi-story underground bunker running the length of a full city block underneath some otherwise perfectly normal apartment buildings. it's a dismal place. some cement, metal siding, creaking floorboards, old furniture. their sense of interior decorating makes Saoirse's look festive and colorful. an unfortunate mildew smell emanates from pretty much everything.

negotiations with Life-Eaters are always pretty simple. either they agree to help the Red Queen fight against Hel and the West Court's tyranny, or Zhas brings a squad in to destroy anything in those tunnels that moves. it was thrilling for the first six hours or so, when the hunt was on--but word of further negotiation drifted in from outside, and for whatever reason, they were told to cease the killing and stand their ground.

that was a few days ago. they are not allowed, nor are they able, to physically leave the perimeter. Saoirse herself is on her way, or so Veins has told them--and they are waiting out a bet that will win them the clan's full allegiance... if they can stick it out. Zhas imagined, after the first of the Kin-Eaters started cracking, that it was easier for Saoirse to agree to than it was for them to actually see through.

Day 4. tensions are running high...]
uncoiled: (monster ¤ Didn't make it this time)

[personal profile] uncoiled 2016-10-18 07:52 am (UTC)(link)
[there had been a whole string of intelligent arguments lined up in his head when he'd first set off to track down his superior. it was clear to him that they needed to find a way out, and he'd been ready to explain this fact confidently and effectively. they would meet up, debate the points, adjust their strategy, and that would be that.

the words had since begun to dissolve, however. things had started to degrade with the first mess that certain monsters were turning each other into, and the erosion continues as the sounds and smells of it follow him, replacing the steady lines of logic in his head. the longer it takes him to find what he's looking for, the harder it's becoming to hang into all of the ordered reasons why.

with each minute spent skulking after Zhas' most recent whereabouts, the less he's feeling like a knight seeking to discuss strategy, and the more this feels like just plain hunting.]
uncoiled: (monster ¤ Must be better)

[personal profile] uncoiled 2016-10-19 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
[he halts up short, reacting to that twinge of tension before he even consciously notices it's there. on one hand, it's a wonderful demonstration of his newly-boosted instincts, ready to pounce. on the other hand, however... that predatory pause doesn't do anything to make his presence feel less immediately threatening.

it takes him a second or two longer than it should to remember to announce himself. they're still friends. they still need to act like it--especially in a situation like this, where any deviation from that could end up unfortunately lethal.

hopefully, it isn't too late when he remembers to reach out on rap his knuckles against the nearest bookshelf.]
uncoiled: (monster ¤ Still blind)

[personal profile] uncoiled 2016-10-20 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
[seeing Zhas ease up is relieving, but his own tension doesn't quite leave him. he sighs, but it's a noticeably short and edgy breath. he isn't worried about the other hunter so much anymore, but he is worried.

--and agitated and impatient and paranoid and ravenous.

he gets right to the point; he can't remember what his earlier, more eloquent ideas had been.

'we need to leave.']
uncoiled: (monster ¤ Trying to listen)

[personal profile] uncoiled 2016-10-20 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
[it doesn't take him long--that question already gets a huff out of him, because he's pretty sure the reason should be obvious, and he hasn't reined himself in enough yet for a better explanation.

all he's got so far is 'no food,' and 'killing each other.']
uncoiled: (monster ¤ Didn't make it this time)

[personal profile] uncoiled 2016-10-20 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
[he gets closer as his insistence grows, which is normal for their more heated discussions--or, at least it had been once, back when he hadn't had fangs in his mouth. a normal step nearer to his human partner while arguing carries a slightly different flavor now.

'we can come back.' as if it would be remotely that simple. 'we need to leave,' he signs, with extra emphasis on that second word. 'out of time.']
uncoiled: (monster ¤ Grimace)

[personal profile] uncoiled 2016-10-20 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
[of course he moves forward another step; it's one of the only ways he can try to get the gravity of his point across without a voice. he's probably not even thinking about it. there's another frustrated, voiceless breath. and when he signs 'we can't do this,' it's unclear whether he means the knights and this mission, or the vampires and their self-control.

in either case, he needs help, and he needs it now. 'what do I do?']
uncoiled: (monster ¤ Didn't make it this time)

[personal profile] uncoiled 2016-10-20 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Coil doesn't push it when he's stopped, but he doesn't step back away from Zhas' hand either. he stays exactly where he is. it's a little like any unnecessary motion might rattle something important loose.

he wishes--sometimes--that he could feel other things the way he could feel exactly how empty that hole inside of him is. he's pretty sure he could see it if he closed his eyes now.

and he'd meant to respond, but being asked about it makes him think for too long. he doesn't want to calculate enough to be able to answer. his fists clench. his jaw works while he bites down on nothing and grinds his teeth. Zhas's fingertips are warm.]
uncoiled: (monster ¤ Didn't make it this time)

[personal profile] uncoiled 2016-10-21 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[and now is when he takes a step back. he shies away from Zhas' hand like it's something dangerous--it makes him more dangerous, leaving an opening like that for him.

it's a last-ditch demonstration of will. he's not thinking about what Zhas might be trying to communicate. his thoughts aren't quite clear enough for that. it's more of an instinctual reaction; he knows it's something that he's not supposed to do, so he tries to get some distance from it before something bad happens.

it doesn't work spectacularly well. his eyes are fixed on that bit of bare skin for long moments before he finally manages to glance up and look for eyes.]
uncoiled: (monster ¤ Cage)

[personal profile] uncoiled 2016-10-22 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[as Coil receives irrefutable permission, something clicks loose in his head. it's the sound of him being let off-leash, and then the noise that hasn't left his skull in days goes still.

the struggle finally stops. he's a predator and not a snarling monster when he's suddenly moving forward in the dark. quick and quiet, he grabs Zhas' wrist--but then pulls him forward and dodges in to meet him halfway, teeth going right for his throat.]
uncoiled: (monster ¤ Bite)

[personal profile] uncoiled 2016-10-23 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
[there hasn't been a day since he's died where he hasn't thought about this at least once. the wish usually goes skipping across his brain, unwelcome, every time he's left alone with his old friend. he can't help that it's nice to think about; it's worth the guilt that always crushes him afterward.

all of his wondering and yearning doesn't hold a candle to the reality, however. the table slamming into his side is somewhere very far away, with the smell and feel of familiar, hot skin up against his mouth. it fills his senses like breath in starving lungs, and nothing could tear him away from that.

instinct has him hauling himself forward with his other hand hooked on Zhas' neck, and rolling into him to keep his balance pitched backward as they hit the table.

he doesn't want to hurt him. he's just taking what Zhas said he should have. he doesn't mean to bite so hard when he finds the softest, warmest part of his throat. he just doesn't want him to get away.]
uncoiled: (monster ¤ Cage)

[personal profile] uncoiled 2016-10-23 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[he doesn't understand how he knows exactly where and how to bite, but he hits his target and opens just the right vessel. he's immediately flooded with the best thing that has ever happened to him, and no amount of clawing or kicking is going to shake him loose. he hadn't realized just how cold he had been until he tastes life again, and warmth begins to seep from his throat to his arms. adrenaline has nothing on this rush of fire and strength, and he finds himself distantly surprised at how easy it is to hold his friend down.

the animals that he's been given in the past can't compare to this. even the precious vials of gold that he works so hard to earn don't come close to living up to it. the first few seconds are perfect.

after that, he becomes aware of something running down his chin and he realizes that something is wrong. he's spilling. it's not working right.

instinct pushes him backward, drags his prey with. he doesn't know where he's going--just that he has to move.]
uncoiled: (monster ¤ Cage)

[personal profile] uncoiled 2016-10-24 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Coil can't help but kind of follow him down, because he might be stronger than usual, but having his bleeding prey hanging on him is not going to help any of his problems. he lets go of Zhas' deadweight arm so he can brace and slow the fall, sliding down the leg of the table along with his heavy catch.

he doesn't mind being down here, really; he's glad Zhas is going quiet and still. the floor is safe and solid and dark. he can lean back against the leg of the table and drag this big, warm body close. he can gather him up, hungry and greedy, hold him tight and draw him in.]
uncoiled: (monster ¤ Bite)

[personal profile] uncoiled 2016-10-24 02:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[some distant part of his brain--the part that is watching this unfold from a detached, horrified distance--wonders when he should stop. the rest, however, is sure that this is where he will stay forever. this is the only thing he has ever wanted. why would he ever stop?

Zhas is heavy and leaden against his chest. he smells like smoke and sweat and now the flooding smell of wet coins. he couldn't be closer to him. he has him. it's perfect.

the only thing picking at his attention, interrupting the euphoria filling flat, cold veins, is the warmth running down his chin. it's sliding down his neck. he tries to shift his prey higher against him, dig in deeper, but his shirt is wet. he's wasting it.]

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