[ In that moment that their eyes meet, Sebastian does wish that he had more fangs to bear against her. Underneath this pretty, human mask was a sea of eyes and teeth mired in shapeless shadow, and he could do so more than rip out her throat with those. It’s inelegant and crude, the sort of thing that he turned a nose up at when he was in his right mind. But in a moment where he’s fully a monster, he can easily imagine how sweet it would taste to eat her alive.
Sebastian’s muscles tense to lunge towards her himself, but he’s beat by a moment. Her hand collides with his head, and he still pushes forward stubbornly until his head is wrenched back. His eyes widen in surprise, but he still barks out a single laugh, surely the last sound he’ll make—
He laughs because he’s a demon, after all. Even as her jaw closes around his throat, there’s still cruelty he can give.
His hand comes up to grasp at her face as she bites, but of course it’s not just a desperate move. Like everything else, it’s deliberate. He won’t be able to truly hurt her all that much. He knows he’s lost. But he can give a last torment to her mind if not her body. Sebastian’s hand comes up to her empty socket just as her fangs pierce his flesh. Despite himself, there is another sound, a pained, wet, choked-out noise, but that just makes his hand dig in. It’ll hurt, but it’s a psychological game more than that. But it’s not only that.
Sebastian learned something in Yima’s basement about Communion that he’d tucked away as a detail he would likely use one day. He just hadn’t expected it to be so soon. His mind almost crashes into hers as he tries to force his way into Communing with her. He doesn’t know if it will even work, but he’s hoping that her attention is too focused on him to fully block him out. The pain he feels, the way skin and flesh tears as she jerks her head back, he wants her to feel it too. Her own fangs digging and ripping into her own neck, how blood floods out to the point where she’s not sure whether she'll drown or bleed out.
It won’t last long, if so. It can’t, because even if a grin of visceral, twisted delight is still on his face, even he can’t survive an injury like this. ]
cw for vore... thoughts... 🧍 smh
Sebastian’s muscles tense to lunge towards her himself, but he’s beat by a moment. Her hand collides with his head, and he still pushes forward stubbornly until his head is wrenched back. His eyes widen in surprise, but he still barks out a single laugh, surely the last sound he’ll make—
He laughs because he’s a demon, after all. Even as her jaw closes around his throat, there’s still cruelty he can give.
His hand comes up to grasp at her face as she bites, but of course it’s not just a desperate move. Like everything else, it’s deliberate. He won’t be able to truly hurt her all that much. He knows he’s lost. But he can give a last torment to her mind if not her body. Sebastian’s hand comes up to her empty socket just as her fangs pierce his flesh. Despite himself, there is another sound, a pained, wet, choked-out noise, but that just makes his hand dig in. It’ll hurt, but it’s a psychological game more than that. But it’s not only that.
Sebastian learned something in Yima’s basement about Communion that he’d tucked away as a detail he would likely use one day. He just hadn’t expected it to be so soon. His mind almost crashes into hers as he tries to force his way into Communing with her. He doesn’t know if it will even work, but he’s hoping that her attention is too focused on him to fully block him out. The pain he feels, the way skin and flesh tears as she jerks her head back, he wants her to feel it too. Her own fangs digging and ripping into her own neck, how blood floods out to the point where she’s not sure whether she'll drown or bleed out.
It won’t last long, if so. It can’t, because even if a grin of visceral, twisted delight is still on his face, even he can’t survive an injury like this. ]