— ; Trans Male OC
❝Maybe I have a thing for being called a good boy❞
; fae/human hybrid
; dark themes | nsfw
; multiverse | multiship
; possible shipping
; vision of #elιѕιon
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⠀⠀⠀The knife trails down London’s throat, ghosting over arteries but not pressing. It wouldn’t do to waste a blood bag.
⠀⠀⠀So he moves down to the arm and begins to carve a ‘𝕶’ into the skin. As he removes the skin, filleting it to fill the letter in, ➺
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⠀⠀⠀While Kíno is taking all the blood he wants, he only ends up drinking about a liter of blood. Which sounded like a lot, but nothing would happen to London except maybe a bit of a light head.
⠀⠀⠀Kíno doesn’t heal the wound, nor does he stand, instead ➺
@Aidmarrc ➺ wound, drinking up all the blood and healing the cuts over, much like erasing what he’s done.
⠀⠀⠀When he straightens, blood drips down his lower lip, staining his chin red.
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⠀⠀⠀Pulling the knife away, Kíno licks up all of the blood. Fuck, it was the sweetest he’d had in a while. The blood of a willing participant was always divine.
⠀⠀⠀The knife now carves down London’s sternum, tracing a whimsical design and licking over the ➺
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⠀⠀⠀Kíno twirls a stiletto knife in his hand, turning and pushing London onto the chair in the middle of the room.
⠀⠀⠀ ❛ Why are you embarrased? ❜ He muses, the pointed tip tracing around the redness of the others cheeks. ❛ Canvases don’t /get/ embarrassed. ❜ ➺
@Aidmarrc ➺ seemingly what was meant to be a family room, converted into a weapons chamber, a chair with straps in the middle.
⠀⠀⠀Kíno lets London go and as he looks through his collection of ornate knives in different sizes, he says. ❛Shirt, pants, shoes. Off. ❜
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⠀⠀⠀Holding tightly to London, Kíno moves so quickly it’s like they suddenly dissapear. He stops inside of a house. It was large but ultimately unassuming, since large houses in fields weren’t unheard of, just a little gothic.
⠀⠀⠀There’s a large room, ➺
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⠀⠀⠀Kíno hums, then steps close to London, wrapping an arm around his waist.
⠀⠀⠀ ❛The people here are undeserving of seeing me work further, so if you wanna be marked, I’ll have to whisk you away. ❜
⠀⠀⠀As he talks, he starts to lean in, finishing his ➺
➺ he bends, picks a pinch of dirt off the ground, and sprinkles it on the wound, so that when he heals it over, it would scar.
⠀⠀⠀Kíno licks the blood off the knife, putting it back in his pocket and admiring the successful scarification just below the crook of London’s ➺
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⠀⠀⠀ ❛Whats the point of being an artist if they can’t use a simple canvas? ❜
⠀⠀⠀Kíno muses, pressing the knife up. The smile, first meant to be alluring, becomes slightly maniacal.
⠀⠀⠀ ❛So tell me, what does the canvas want to look like? ❜
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