[Playing him like a piano - in the City, there was an incident with a Distortion. A simple musician twisted into a monster that turned eighty percent of a District into music notes, thereby killing them. It took a whole Color to take him down, and the raging aftermath of that man alone was enough to take an additional few hundred souls.]
[It's strange, to think of that in the midst of this. But even as Silco moves against him, his hips meeting him as they continue their vicious rhythm, he feels something above the hunger. Something potent, a pin to his butterfly heart. Silco reaches down with those slender hands, and plays him. He is naught but a tool, an instrument, a plaything, a creature to leash, and he allows it all.]
[His pride won't let him dwell on it for long. But for now, there's something more sincere in the way his fingers hold the other's hips to keep them both stable in this dance. Silco is a lovely thing. Perhaps when all will be said and done later, he will remember this moment, with a man torn asunder by more than just a weapon.]
...It's like you were born for me. [He says, punctuating it with a deeper thrust upwards, to truly skewer the man. He wants to hear him whimper like a dog.] Silco. Hah...ah....I'll never stop. Never for you.
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[It's strange, to think of that in the midst of this. But even as Silco moves against him, his hips meeting him as they continue their vicious rhythm, he feels something above the hunger. Something potent, a pin to his butterfly heart. Silco reaches down with those slender hands, and plays him. He is naught but a tool, an instrument, a plaything, a creature to leash, and he allows it all.]
[His pride won't let him dwell on it for long. But for now, there's something more sincere in the way his fingers hold the other's hips to keep them both stable in this dance. Silco is a lovely thing. Perhaps when all will be said and done later, he will remember this moment, with a man torn asunder by more than just a weapon.]
...It's like you were born for me. [He says, punctuating it with a deeper thrust upwards, to truly skewer the man. He wants to hear him whimper like a dog.] Silco. Hah...ah....I'll never stop. Never for you.