weeps silently

[tachyondragon]

 That's... a right here.

[ except he turns into an empty street, and he's pretty sure this isn't the way to BARian.

why are human roads so confusing.

it's not like he has a sense of direction anyway ]

I've followed all of the directions. I haven't missed a single one.

[ he hasn't, he's quite loyal to the letter ]

[ but that doesn't change the fact that he's not, well, where he's supposed to be. and he would leave, if he knew where he was.

but his pride prevents him from admitting he's lost, and so he just fumes there silently, glaring at the street sign that doesn't mark the way to BARian ]

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[tachyondragon]

[ more than reject

The words ring in his mind, his brain, through ever fiber of his being as he's pushed down and humiliated. He burns now, burns with excitement and anticipation and yes, yes, do more than reject me, he thinks.

(reject every molecule, every atom, every piece of this body that makes Mizael what he is now--reject him. he wants to reject himself, and he thinks if he does, if his desire to reject this human vessel burns through his flesh and bones, he can break out)

And then Vector's claws are on his face and what Barian pride he has left growls, hisses, wants to tear his hands off and push him down but Mizael is so flesh and meat and human that he doesn't.

(doesn't because he wants Vector to hurt and bleed him like Mizael did to him and will do to him, wants Vector to expose this meat and stench and rip it away from him)

(but Vector says destroy and)

Every part of his body burns and shines (in the most human sense--shines with sweat and not his light) and he gasps as those claws run down his lapis. ]

Destroy me.

[ (destroy every part of him that wants this and needs this) ]

Destroy me and free me.

[ He grabs Vector's wrist, forces his claws onto his gem, squeezes the hard skin beneath his flesh with as much weak force he can muster. He will be destroyed, and he will take it, but he will not be idle. If he can salvage some part of his pride, he will do it.

(but isn't this, isn't submitting to this desire and need and desperation already hurting it?)

(can you salvage and destroy at the same time?) ]

Rip me apart, or so help me--

--I'll rip you.

[ (his threat has no weight)

(no weight unless Vector does rip him apart) ]