#marionette strings

I used the marionette strings of my mind to guide the prey animal that lives inside my heart to greener pastures

Dominance

He had to have heard him wrong because there is no way that Killua just openly disagreed with him. But he can see it on his younger brother, the way his fists clench, how he looks up at Illumi- oh it seems that someone is getting rather bold without the needle inhibiting him. This should be normal, brother’s disagree all the time. So what if Killua never had the guts to stand up to him before, so what if Killua thought he could just traipse all over the world with no consequence; that he could defy Illumi. “Did you just tell me no?” His voice is shockingly calm, especially when you consider the nen slowly leaking off of him, his bloodlust in all it’s finery.

It seems to be a rhetorical question he knows the reality, Killua dared to tell him no. One step towards his brother, his hands are free of needles and yet- his intent couldn’t be any more clear. The fact that Killua thinks he’s so grown that this is acceptable, that he can just disagree with Illumi so flippantly; his aura bursts forth, hair lifting.

oh, what's wrong?

your puppet strings are all gone

no more flick of the wrist

they wont do what you want them to

dance puppets, dance..

...but instead they do what they want to do

No more control

No more rules

free to move however they choose

looks like you've failed

and they are all set free

escaped from their prisions,

they got the key

running from the hills and into the light

they are free, and out of sight

watch you crumble, and watch you fall

your power struggle is over,

its no longer your call.

Dominance

“I don’t know about this.” It’s the first time that Illumi’s voiced possible discomfort as Hisoka starts to adjust their clothing. The establishment is certainly a high enough caliber that it passes Illumi’s standards- but that doesn’t change the feeling churning in his gut. It was a passing comment, one meant to be between them, but now here they are. He’s standing remarkably still in the dressing room, he doesn’t want to open the door and go outside even if that is where the mirror is. Once the manipulator emerges Hisoka is in a flurry, stating that he forgot a button and is upon him at once, fixing the clothing and making sure that he’s perfect.

Dominance

He hears Sasuke’s voice but it sounds far off; everything is hazy and he’s not quite sure what’s going on. All he can hear is his heartbeat thundering in his ears, his hands tremble- claws are out on display and Sauske is lucky that he was smart enough not to touch him or he very well could have ended up attacked. His breathing is actually able to be heard, tremendously loud for a famed assassin, he can’t look at Sauske when he’s like this. Illumi doesn’t even have the proper vocabulary for what this is- or what set it off, this should have been a simple step on their mission but it seems so crucial now.