mirror, mirror :･ fx • dg
[ ☆ ]---his good ideas were rarely good for the others around him.
it wasn’t everyday that he met a skilled metamorph, and the proverbial lightbulb burned bright atop his head at all the possibilities the male could provide. the hunts were getting quite monotonous, and just having everyone think it was natural to die upon his order was getting repetitive. convenient, yes; fun, no. and he had no idea how long he could last if he was going to get bored out of his wits when he barely had any to spare.
“you should morph into me.” his voice carried a gentle command, his features holding a studied calm from years of training with his charms. it is good for you, he sent, your body needs it, he suggested. he could feel the other’s moods aligning to his wants with each passing second, and it wasn't long until he had the other wrapped around his dainty finger.
he had a long list of people who wanted him dead, mostly those who snapped out from his desirous hold, and it would be convenient to have a body double take the blows as he toyed with their responses from afar. he could even use him to confuse the guards, perhaps have him sit in one some of the tests they still held up to this moment. they would find out that it wasn’t, eventually, but the little slip could buy him some time for himself, at least.
maybe he could finally take a long bath in peace.
“are you ready?” he asked, his ebony hues peering into the other’s own as he ran a gentle finger against his cheek. in a few, the fox would want nothing but to obey his every whim, his body thinking it was for the best to do so. it was the advantage of pheromones--the effect was biological and not mental, and it made the body believe that obedience was needed for survival. and it would all fall into place once he voiced out his command. “morph.”
