[DREAM SOLO] Pierced (Zar + Barth)

[Baneful]

"Piercing." Zar hissed, dragging out the s sound through his gritted fangs as he inspected Barth as best he could. He had stopped breathing, he had stopped moving at all, certain that if he did he would simply dissipate.

He wanted to undo it a great deal and felt that he had absolutely - as always - received the short straw when it came to horrible things.

 

[Toshihiko Two]

Barth's teeth were sharp, certainly. He rarely showed them. He was not a grinning kind of demon, and most of his smiles were cheery, hopeful, close-lipped sort of smiles. His tongue he showed off even more rarely, except when using it for skill (or when convincing someone of something or another), but never for any crude or crass gestures.

Barth's tongue was black, and thin, though not quite as thin as a worm. Perhaps closer to a snake. It narrowed at the tip into a point. It was not as long as Zar's, but to be fair, his teeth were not as strong and mechanical. There was no unhinging jaw.

His own teeth were tearing teeth, suited to meat, but meat that had already been stilled and subdued. And there, in the very middle of it, shone the gem. As cool and threatening and somehow both bright and dreary as it had been in the dream. Blood dotted its entry, and some pooled in the bottom of Barth's mouth, which he had tried not to swallow.

A piercing. That was all. Pierced. That felt right.

"Ah," he said, closing his eyes again and relaxing. His tongue had not been maimed or deformed. Only pierced. Like a thorn. When his eyes opened again, he bore the pain with more dignity, with out the panic of not knowing.

"And you? Where?" Barth asked.  

[Baneful]

Zar could only look on in a blank and frozen way, still trying not to breathe or move, trying not to do anything. Speech took air, and he shallowly inhaled enough to reply again.

"The worst possible place." he hissed, and closed his eyes, using all of his self control not to shift and rampage in his natural form right through the castle in wild animal terror.

 

[Toshihiko Two]

"Oh," Barth said, and continuing delicately. Every word was even slower than usual. "I am sore, but not...damaged."  

[Baneful]

"I don't know." he said, and it was with that same fluttering and desperate animal panic wrapped up in every word. "If I am." Because it hurt, it hurt so very very much.

 

[Toshihiko Two]

"I can check," Barth volunteered, because it had given him some peace of mind, and he was not a demon of unbalanced Favors.