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whiteofcrime) wrote2017-11-24 09:28 pm
whiteofcrime) wrote2017-11-24 09:28 pm
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Portes drabbles #1 - Possessed Walter
He knew something was wrong as soon as the curtains were thrust aside, interrupting their moment together. "What--?"
"Get away from him," Yun said coldly.
Kaito sat up on the mattress but did not move further. He frowned in confusion. "Why...?"
"That's not Katsuo."
The magician went cold. He turned slowly to Walter, searching the butler's eyes for deceit. Walter smiled and raised a hand to caress his cheek, leaning in to whisper against his ear.
"What's wrong, lover? Why do you look at me like that?"
The cold drop turned to ice, freezing him in place while 'Walter' looked past him at those gathered at the top of the stairs to the loft. "We're busy at the moment. Perhaps you could come back later," the butler said coolly. Silver threads snaked from the rings on Walter's fingers, flexing and curling in lazy whorls in the air. A dark spider at the heart of a web of steel.
Kaito stared at them as the full horror of the situation crept into his bones. They had all seen those wires in action by now. One wrong move and they could lose a limb - or worse. He gripped Walter's arm. "No, don't--!"
Walter smiled at him. Gentle. Fond. A thumb plied at the corner of his mouth and then the butler pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. Kaito's gut twisted even as a part of him melted at the touch.
"You taste like light when you're with him," 'Walter' murmured. "I missed that."
Marian snapped something but Kaito had ceased to listen. The world shrunk to a clouded pinprick of hazy disbelief, a single thought chasing its tail round and round and round. Not again, he thought faintly. The magician hugged himself tightly and drew a shuddering breath, as if his arms could anchor him, as if his breath could stop his heart from deflating. How long? How long had Sorrow toyed with him? A few hours? A day? Several?
It was possible, he realised, to feel violated twice.
His head fell against Walter's shoulder. He felt an arm circle him and hold him firm, as if it really were his lover protecting him from the horrors of the world. If he closed his eyes, maybe. If he ignored all which had just been spoken.
Threats flew over his bowed head between the opposing parties while Kaito began to slide a hand up Walter's back. His fingers passed over planes of muscle and ridges of bone, counting the bumps of each spinal disc. They halted somewhere near the lower thoracic vertebrae and curled into a fist. Hot tears soaked into Walter's shirt as Kaito's other fist joined the first. He clung to his partner like a drowning man caught in the throes of a violent sea. He let the despair of it all crash upon him like a relentless wave.
"I'm no good at saving people either," he whispered to himself, beneath the rising tension in the arguing voices at his back. "But I'll keep trying."
"Hmm? Kaito." 'Walter' tried to push him back, to see his face. "What are you muttering about?"
Now or never.
He reversed the black knife in shaky hands and infused it with fonons of light. Then he slid it point first between Walter's ribs, angling upwards to pierce the heart, and held on tight as the body beneath him jerked and twisted.
"You...!" Sorrow hissed in disbelief. And then a loud, agonised scream as light fought to purge the dark.
These things Kaito knew:
One, that Sorrow couldn't explicitly read thoughts or memories unless a part of his host.
Two, that he was sensitive to fluxes of emotion and could taste it in breath or fluid.
And three, that no-one expected someone as gentle as him to kill. Especially not someone he loved.
"You'd know if I resolved to do something," he whispered, clutching the hilt of the knife for all he was worth despite dark blood seeping from the wound. "So I drowned it out with everything you wanted me to feel." Kaito lifted his head then, staring into his partner's eyes with a sad, sad smile. "I'm a method actor after all."
Walter's eyes flashed. In his periphery, he saw the wires glint and resigned himself to what would come.
He barely felt it. Traceries of fire across the skin, like the shivery touch of a laser. The vague sensation that he was falling. A cacophony of shouts from the household as they fell upon their weakened foe.
Then nothing.
Continuation by Val
Part 3 by Nammah
"Get away from him," Yun said coldly.
Kaito sat up on the mattress but did not move further. He frowned in confusion. "Why...?"
"That's not Katsuo."
The magician went cold. He turned slowly to Walter, searching the butler's eyes for deceit. Walter smiled and raised a hand to caress his cheek, leaning in to whisper against his ear.
"What's wrong, lover? Why do you look at me like that?"
The cold drop turned to ice, freezing him in place while 'Walter' looked past him at those gathered at the top of the stairs to the loft. "We're busy at the moment. Perhaps you could come back later," the butler said coolly. Silver threads snaked from the rings on Walter's fingers, flexing and curling in lazy whorls in the air. A dark spider at the heart of a web of steel.
Kaito stared at them as the full horror of the situation crept into his bones. They had all seen those wires in action by now. One wrong move and they could lose a limb - or worse. He gripped Walter's arm. "No, don't--!"
Walter smiled at him. Gentle. Fond. A thumb plied at the corner of his mouth and then the butler pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. Kaito's gut twisted even as a part of him melted at the touch.
"You taste like light when you're with him," 'Walter' murmured. "I missed that."
Marian snapped something but Kaito had ceased to listen. The world shrunk to a clouded pinprick of hazy disbelief, a single thought chasing its tail round and round and round. Not again, he thought faintly. The magician hugged himself tightly and drew a shuddering breath, as if his arms could anchor him, as if his breath could stop his heart from deflating. How long? How long had Sorrow toyed with him? A few hours? A day? Several?
It was possible, he realised, to feel violated twice.
His head fell against Walter's shoulder. He felt an arm circle him and hold him firm, as if it really were his lover protecting him from the horrors of the world. If he closed his eyes, maybe. If he ignored all which had just been spoken.
Threats flew over his bowed head between the opposing parties while Kaito began to slide a hand up Walter's back. His fingers passed over planes of muscle and ridges of bone, counting the bumps of each spinal disc. They halted somewhere near the lower thoracic vertebrae and curled into a fist. Hot tears soaked into Walter's shirt as Kaito's other fist joined the first. He clung to his partner like a drowning man caught in the throes of a violent sea. He let the despair of it all crash upon him like a relentless wave.
"I'm no good at saving people either," he whispered to himself, beneath the rising tension in the arguing voices at his back. "But I'll keep trying."
"Hmm? Kaito." 'Walter' tried to push him back, to see his face. "What are you muttering about?"
Now or never.
He reversed the black knife in shaky hands and infused it with fonons of light. Then he slid it point first between Walter's ribs, angling upwards to pierce the heart, and held on tight as the body beneath him jerked and twisted.
"You...!" Sorrow hissed in disbelief. And then a loud, agonised scream as light fought to purge the dark.
These things Kaito knew:
One, that Sorrow couldn't explicitly read thoughts or memories unless a part of his host.
Two, that he was sensitive to fluxes of emotion and could taste it in breath or fluid.
And three, that no-one expected someone as gentle as him to kill. Especially not someone he loved.
"You'd know if I resolved to do something," he whispered, clutching the hilt of the knife for all he was worth despite dark blood seeping from the wound. "So I drowned it out with everything you wanted me to feel." Kaito lifted his head then, staring into his partner's eyes with a sad, sad smile. "I'm a method actor after all."
Walter's eyes flashed. In his periphery, he saw the wires glint and resigned himself to what would come.
He barely felt it. Traceries of fire across the skin, like the shivery touch of a laser. The vague sensation that he was falling. A cacophony of shouts from the household as they fell upon their weakened foe.
Then nothing.
Continuation by Val
Part 3 by Nammah