[the glee plastered on his face switches quick, lines of his smile falling flat and unamused when he looks at her. emotions he makes a show of are just that: a show. when it doesn't immediately feed into something he can use or gain or kill (which falls into using) the waters of saber start getting murkier than usual.]
You want a reward for fucking up? That's fresh. [but he walks toward her like he's giving in, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and giving her a squeeze. his hand slides along her bicep, then latches on. she shouldn't feel reassured, since he's guiding her inside and closer to the body until they're right in front of it. if she tries to spin out of his grasp, his grip on her tightens.] You're gonna look at this for a minute. A real minute, got it? Look at it and count to sixty. And if you can make it to thirty without sheddin' another tear...
[saber dips his head to press his lips to her ear and murmur:]
[ No one thought Saber would be a good fit for her, because no one thinks Saber's a good fit for anyone. He's done worse than this to Blue already: dragged her from bed, held her head down in an ice bath until she either chokes or remembers how to not breathe, how to survive it. Her lungs so cold she can't feel them at all when he grabs a fistful of wet hair and she comes back up, gasping.
Blue probably seems delicate, breakable. Saber probably thinks he's making her worse, but she's not good. She's never been good. She should have died out on the lake ten years ago, under a dark sky with stones in the pockets of her nightgown. Almost made it until the cabin lights clicked on when the other girls realized there was someone out of bed.
She doesn't want to look at someone else's dead body. Not when she did it wrong. Blue does try to wrestle away from him, struggling even when Saber's grip on her tightens painfully because he's bigger and stronger than her by a lot. ]
No. [ Stubborn, her voice wobbling. Saber's warm and solid around her and the dead man stares back at them both, light gone from his eyes, blood still wet in the messy slit of his throat. It's cold enough with the balcony door open that he doesn't yet smell like rot but he still smells like blood, so much of it, metal so thick on the back of Blue's tongue that she can't even swallow.
The dead man has her face, blue and bloated from water. She closes her eyes, teeth chattering low enough she doesn't realize she's doing it, her whole body shaking in Saber's hold. He's gonna punish her for it, she knows. ]
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[the glee plastered on his face switches quick, lines of his smile falling flat and unamused when he looks at her. emotions he makes a show of are just that: a show. when it doesn't immediately feed into something he can use or gain or kill (which falls into using) the waters of saber start getting murkier than usual.]
You want a reward for fucking up? That's fresh. [but he walks toward her like he's giving in, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and giving her a squeeze. his hand slides along her bicep, then latches on. she shouldn't feel reassured, since he's guiding her inside and closer to the body until they're right in front of it. if she tries to spin out of his grasp, his grip on her tightens.] You're gonna look at this for a minute. A real minute, got it? Look at it and count to sixty. And if you can make it to thirty without sheddin' another tear...
[saber dips his head to press his lips to her ear and murmur:]
I won't rub your face in it.
cw waterboarding/suicide attempt/dead body/etc etc
Blue probably seems delicate, breakable. Saber probably thinks he's making her worse, but she's not good. She's never been good. She should have died out on the lake ten years ago, under a dark sky with stones in the pockets of her nightgown. Almost made it until the cabin lights clicked on when the other girls realized there was someone out of bed.
She doesn't want to look at someone else's dead body. Not when she did it wrong. Blue does try to wrestle away from him, struggling even when Saber's grip on her tightens painfully because he's bigger and stronger than her by a lot. ]
No. [ Stubborn, her voice wobbling. Saber's warm and solid around her and the dead man stares back at them both, light gone from his eyes, blood still wet in the messy slit of his throat. It's cold enough with the balcony door open that he doesn't yet smell like rot but he still smells like blood, so much of it, metal so thick on the back of Blue's tongue that she can't even swallow.
The dead man has her face, blue and bloated from water. She closes her eyes, teeth chattering low enough she doesn't realize she's doing it, her whole body shaking in Saber's hold. He's gonna punish her for it, she knows. ]