#;bane threads

"heyyy, mape." Bane says, voice low, aware of the situation. Aware that shit could go bad. He doesn't really care one way or the other about that. They'll live, or they'll die. What else was there to do anymore?

He holds up what he's found. A bottle of Benadryl.

"this place is great," Bane's been carrying on for the past few minutes to poor Bella. They're at some party Bane almost definitely crashed, based on his scruffy appearance. Everyone else is dressed nicely, a far cry from Bane's outerwear- gray sweatpants and a light pink sweatshirt. How he even got in here is a mystery.

You press closer to him, your body electric as you itch for more and more and more. You can feel warmth pooling all throughout your being and god, you want more. You'd do anything for more. You want him to want you.

"heyyyy...." Bane murmurs, shifting slightly. He sits atop Kesabel, straddling his hips while he coaxes the knife a little deeper, but not so deep as to cause serious damage that can't be fixed later. The hand not holding the knife dips down and collects flowing blood onto fingertips, then pull them to his mouth to lick it off. "you're, super, super reading my mind, babygirl."

He purses bloody lips, then smiles wide.

Bane smiles when Oliver comes in the room. He can't help it. There's something entertaining about fucking around with other people and their things. At least in a clinical sense. Bane doesn't feel much of anything one way or another most of the time.

"don't i wish." Bane says, still grinning as he scratches out another shark onto a sticky note. "er is eerily hushed this fine evening. vey strange, considering all the flu going around, don'tcha think?"

Bane hums, sits back in the chair that isn't hit and looks the doctor up and down.

"you're being difficult." Bane observes. He doesn't really care, but he can't help but point out the fact. Then, he hums and gives a slight shrug of his shoulders. "does swear in blood mean like, becoming blood brothers or giving you a little sippy?"

He holds a hand up in front of his eyes, inspecting his long, claw like nails and gives a lopsided smile.

"good news, bad news sweetheart." Bane murmurs, his mouth up close to her ear. He leans in, his lips brushing across her temple, teeth catching against skin just slightly when he pulls away. "good news is i can see just how bad you want it. fuck me, you are drenched, aren't you? already, too..."

He pulls the knife free from her skin and everything beneath it, shifts it to his other hand and then puts the original hand back where it was. Fingers pry lightly against the newly made opening, not attempting to make it any wider, more curious than anything else.