tartalias Ā Ā ā¤ Ā Ā " do i get a kiss for being a good patient, doctor ? "
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā BELOVED Ā Ā Ā LITTLE Ā Ā Ā LAB Ā Ā Ā RATS Ā Ā are prone to keeping the doctor's attention, a blessing for most and a curse for his object of obsession. Ā Ā unlike scaramouche, this one fights him little. Ā Ā his studies of the abyss and its inner machinations led him to tartaglia's doorstep Ā āā Ā so to speak Ā āā Ā with wishes to dissect foul legacy firsthand. Ā Ā how generous that he may be allowed a more... hands-on observation !
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ever blinding the light above the table, ever sharp the tools at his disposal, but he is careful. Ā Ā too careful, mindful not to lose himself to excitement and flay his pretty subject. Ā Ā ruin the meat and discovery becomes worthless when there is nothing to show for it. Ā Ā and when his muse returns damaged, it is these same hands that mend just as they destroy.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā a glove peels off slowly, filling the silence with latex reluctantly leaving skin. Ā Ā bare hand smooths over bandaging around ribs, ensures its security. Ā Ā never sloppy, ever proud of his work. Ā Ā crimson gaze lifts to his seated prize, fixates on tousled orange for a moment too long that silence sets in. Ā Ā a clear of his throat.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Ā you should heal up within a week's time if you do not overexert yourself, Ā ā Ā Ā he states matter-of-factly, turning away from his fellow fatui to find the sink. the glove is tossed against the stainless steel, followed by its twin, with a bloody splat. Ā Ā hands find the comfort of warm water after an agonizing fifteen seconds of nerve-paralyzing chill that near swallows his patience whole. Ā Ā fingertips brush the not-so-cozy towel at the request, momentary pause before he resumes. Ā Ā ā Ā oh ? Ā Ā have you outgrown the want for sugary treats as a reward, now ? Ā ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā mere jest rolls off the tongue a tad too comfortably, towel left crumpled on countertop. Ā Ā the slow approach, footfalls echoing on sterile tile as fingers curl to adjust once rolled-up sleeve, seating it back to the elbow. Ā Ā ā Ā i'm almost disappointed. Ā Ā i was looking forward to keeping you complacent with food for just a little while longer, Ā ā Ā Ā he manages with a pout and stops just in front of targatlia.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā forward lean, slightly too close, tilt of the head juuuuust enough to reach where fingers may grasp dangling metal chord. Ā Ā one tug and the blinding light overhead clicks off, leaving naught more than the dull buzz of ceiling lights: a sound that would drive anyone mad. Ā Ā palm finds operation table's edge, knuckles white with the weight of his body relying solely on the support. Ā Ā he will indulge, not for the other, but for himself. Ā Ā dottore's kisses were addictive for those with an acquired taste, more-so than any drug at his arsenal.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā thus does free hand reach, serpentine in its ascent to grasp other's jaw. Ā Ā commanding, not forceful. Ā Ā generosity coupled with harsh nature, smile brought to other's lips in a half-crash: hasty thank-yous were his specialty. Ā Ā only when he has tartaglia's bottom lip fixed between his teeth, enough for metal canine to split the skin down the middle, does his own smile widen. Ā Ā iron on the tip of his tongue and he releases, pleased with himself as a thumb smears red on once occupied lips.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Ā now get out of my lab, Ā ā Ā Ā punctuated by bloodied thumb slipping past lips as he saunters through the doorway with maddened laughter that echoes through vacant halls.
