⠀
⠀⠀“ i know, but it’s what i want. ”
⠀⠀now slightly bored, he uses the
⠀⠀blood on his fingertips to draw
⠀⠀a tiny heart on their cheek, just
⠀⠀because he felt like it.
⠀⠀“ you better make the prettiest
⠀⠀art with it, yeah? ”
⠀
⠀
⠀⠀placing a palm on top of the
⠀⠀wound, making it slowly heal
⠀⠀yet still covered in blood. the
⠀⠀rib would probably take some
⠀⠀time to properly heal too, but
⠀⠀he obviously did not mind it.
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⠀
⠀⠀
they held the bone in their bloodied hand , admiring it with adoring satisfaction - carefully wrapping in one of their handkerchiefs and placing it safely in their jacket's breast pocket .
⠀⠀〃. . .you don't have to .〃
they murmured , unphased by the state of their ---
⠀
⠀⠀looking at them and the stains
⠀⠀or their clothes, dio sighs. what
⠀⠀a mess. “ i’ll get you new ones
⠀⠀later. ” the strong smell of blood
⠀⠀was even more noticeable now,
⠀⠀his own making himself hungry.
⠀
⠀
⠀⠀a sting rushed down his figure
⠀⠀with the snapping of his rib, but
⠀⠀what fun would it have been if
⠀⠀he doesn’t feel pain from it . . ?
⠀⠀if anything, he even enjoys it.
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⠀
⠀⠀
⠀⠀〃. . . it will be my pleasure . 〃
fingers push into the open wound through skin , muscle and tissue , holding onto the desired bone for longer than necessary —indulging into the violent intimacy of it .
they possess the same strength of other immortals—despite —--