[every time he stabs the smoke, there's a muted scream - terrified, pained noises, animalistic in nature, as the smoke wrestles him down. it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, and he can't stop.
he's got him here, now. the smoke becomes an axe, slicing mostly through one leg, and then a mace, breaking the other. vines creep up to hold him down, wrapped around his wrists, and a fucked up, out of tune lute shrieks out a note as acid splashes across his face.
with bright glowing eyes, percy, enhanced by the smoke burning all around him, wraps his hands around vax's neck, and starts to squeeze. he sobs, as he does it.
no subject
he's got him here, now. the smoke becomes an axe, slicing mostly through one leg, and then a mace, breaking the other. vines creep up to hold him down, wrapped around his wrists, and a fucked up, out of tune lute shrieks out a note as acid splashes across his face.
with bright glowing eyes, percy, enhanced by the smoke burning all around him, wraps his hands around vax's neck, and starts to squeeze. he sobs, as he does it.
its you or him. isn't that how it's always been?]