͏͏͏
The Beast is laying their head on @METALCARCXSS’s lap, enjoying the head rubs he is giving them without having to worry about the pain.
Don’t mind them.
͏͏͏
͏͏͏
Once again, she felt that warm feeling when Lockjaw’s hand held onto hers. The physical contact almost made its hand spasm violently. She… cannot recall the last time her hand was held with this much warmth, but she does realize that it was almost similar to her —
— crying crimson red tears from her eye-sockets. It felt like hell to release her tears after so long, but she had been needing a moment. The Beast whimpers before stuttering its next words;
“ P-Please… ”
Its voice box made it sound more masculine for a brief moment before —
͏͏͏
She… did not respond. Her vocal cords were severed by the sharp steel, and her lungs had filled with her own blood for years. She was angry, confused… yet with the irises of the suit, she can still recognize a familiar sight.
—
—
The heart of Agony, despite embodying negative emotions, had swelled with warmth for a moment. Her soul had finally regained some control of the Beast. Its smaller heads made chitters from their small throats, followed by a guttural purr from the main head.
—