Dreamers After Dark (VII)

[wotanon]

[you knew this was coming

please list what you're open or not open to somewhere in your toplevel pls and thank

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[weenwoon]

[He stares at the sleeve for a moment, then nods and puts it in his mouth, ty doctor Hope. Also look he's already letting Absinthe have little a blood as a treat and at least Hope is, like, a lot nicer.]

[widenessofthesea]

[ the bar is on the ground but yes.

all right, well. here goes nothing.

thankfully she keeps her knives sharpened, because there's nothing worse than getting sliced with a dull knife; a shallow incision right below the ribcage, trying to avoid any spicy stomach wounds, and then another crossing it vertically.

what is inside this kinder surprise ancient. ]

[weenwoon]

[One day he'll get better taste! Hopefully! But it might not be soon unfortunately because he's planning blood tasting sessions with absinthe in another thread anyway

Levity grips the jacket in his teeth, groans with pain, body tensing under Hope's hands. Maybe it would have been a good idea to knock him out first, who knows.

For a few moments there's nothing in the incisions but the pooling of blood, but then there's a flash of something darker - a sprout of a flower rising slowly, like in those timelapse nature videos, pushing flesh and skin aside like a regular plant would soil and asphalt.]

[widenessofthesea]

[ no anesthesia no knockouts we operate on dream logic here

it's almost enthralling to watch—that artificial growth, the bloom of something, wrong though it is. and she can smell that rich red—it's right there, calling to her—

okay. okay she has to fucking focus, thanks, and the flower has helpfully shown her where it grows from. very gently, in the dream logic way, she peels back the flesh around its bud, carefully pressing her knife in to get at where the roots ought to be. ]

hello i return for horrorgore

[weenwoon]

[It's certainly a fun time for Levity as he has to bite back and muffle a scream of pain at the further intrusion into his flesh. But, you know, it's for the greater good!

It's also a good thing that Hope is essentially dead, because the flower doesn't seem to take an interest in her. A vine still reaches out to trace against her hand as it grows and as she sinks the knife in, but does not try to burrow into her flesh, instead dropping down onto Levity's skin and crawling forward, finding new terrain to plant itself in.

As Hope cuts into and peels away Levity's skin and muscle, more metal comes into view - thicker roots, tangling among each other, over his ribs, through his flesh. It's a fun little garden! But still not quite the source - but with the direction it's going, it's pretty obvious the source is likely going to be the heart.]

im glad

[widenessofthesea]

[ honestly it's strangely meditative as an exercise. watching his flesh split open, peeling back as what holds it taut is severed, like flower petals opening; tracing the tip of her knife along the root system—

her head droops slightly, though, toward the rich red of flesh and blood—God, when was the last time she felt like something was that appetizing?

she has to find out, though. what's at the root of this—very carefully as she slices through the skin, pulling back skin and muscle very gently over his heart. ]

Levity, I don't think I have good news.