#blazedefense

@blazedefense​ liked for a lyric based starter! (for jean)

      “i'll take two times the misery and half the glory. if it meant you'd be the champion of the story.” he smiles faintly, although it doesn’t reach his eyes. “don’t worry about me. i’m just a traveler, remember?”

            i love how in the first row it’s just her being gay ,  and then thoma and albedo are there waving within the ladies around them HUIGHUITHIG

“ oh, ‘ stop it! ’ he says... pitiful thing. ” dottore pats a hand against thoma’s bloody, tear-stained cheek, ensuring it’s just soft enough to feel mockingly comfortable yet rough enough to sting even after he pulls his hand back. the doctor retreats to the mess of bloodied tools behind him, humming a cheerful tune while he scans them as if he was simply spending quiet time with a friend and not torturing an innocent. but, details, details.... he's having more fun here than he would a ' friend ' anyway. he has direct orders to keep the man alive for now, but that won't be a problem. death is not permanent. even if this one somehow breathes his last under dottore's watch, he can be rebuilt, remade into something better! who really cares if he becomes a statistic like several who came before him?

( aside from the kamisatos, that is, but dottore's decided that future targets don't count. )

" you sweet boy... it was never a suggestion. you will cave. " he swipes a shiny scalpel from the table and turning to wave it in front of thoma. now that the other's reactions to physical pain is far more pleasant to watch, dottore has plenty of new plans. the doctor stares down at thoma from his side, eyes dangerously cold and unfeeling, yet equally thoughtful. to test how well his experiment is going, perhaps it would be best to start with something insignificant first. just to see if adjustments must be made.

immediately, his focus shifts to thoma’s bound hands. permanent damage inflicted upon them won't be enough to make him talk, but it certainly will help him progress. one gloved hand wraps itself firmly around the other's wrist as his other presses the scalpel to the skin connecting his nail to his finger.

" consider this a test run. " as if he hasn't been testing for days. the humming continues after he speaks, even as he forces the razor edge under the nail at an angle to completely tear it from the finger. blood spills from the wound and dribbles over his fingers, and dottore politely waits for the screaming to stop. as he waits, his grip tightens around thoma's wrist as he silently praises himself on just how smoothly that went. he tips the scalpel to the side and drops the nail onto the metal tray beside him. good, he thinks to himself, very good... it’s nice to see he still hasn’t lost his touch.

" now, if you’re done screaming, onto the other four! " as if there wasn't a mess of blood and severed nerves to worry about, dottore moves on to the next one, and pauses with the edge against the tip of his finger; a warning for the inevitable. " unless you've had a change of heart and want to tell me where your kamisatos are hiding? this will only get worse if you refuse! " and of course, he knows he won't get a proper response, that's exactly why he asks. this is part of the fun, after all.