#xephnable

walks out of a room covered in blood / walks out of a room covered in lipstick

Seeing him tonight is a bad idea, right?

It's stupid of him, really. Half punishment, half reward, like the acrid bite of whiskey. Poison, sure. Noxious and vile but the relief -

It was addictive, in a way. Foolish and self destructive and a marker that he should call it for the day - for the week - fuck it: the fact he was considering it at all should have caused him to shut down the whole facility he was so compromised.

His leather boots were whisper quiet down the empty halls, the carefully cycled air cold on his bare arms. He'd removed his red coat, left it in his office, thrown over his chair. The poor thing had seen enough abuse.

"Oh, I'd been wondering when I'd see you next. What's it this time?" Lalnable's voice was muffled through the layers of glass. Xephos didn't respond, placing his palm against the first one-way scanner. He couldn't look Lalnable in the eyes, but he could hear the man's giggles get louder the more doors he opened, until he was standing right before him. No more glass between them, airlocks sealed behind him.

He let his head thump against Lalnable's collarbone, clawing comfort from danger, like warming yourself by a radioactive source.

Lalnable: Non-consensual knife play.