Who's to say I don't trust you? I'm a trusting guy.
（ it's said lightly, playful and warm. ）
But no, you're right. Since it's Sasuke I'm concerned with, it's more logical for me to sub. There's something you should know about me first, though. Brace ya'self for some weird shit.
（ knives are hard to come by here, but with stiles gone, the one from their ill-fated foray in the elevator with one of those fucking paintings has been reclaimed into his custody. there's a flicker of a dark, corruptive magic and then the blade appears in one hand. another man may have turned it into a power move, but cy's careful to keep it visible, fingers relaxed and open in a way that makes his grip lax on the handle, and it's in the hand furthest from tseng.
don't surprise a dude who's worked in torture: kinda a golden rule. the knife gets a little 'pay attention' wobble, and then cy brings his other hand over to it, and although he could make the point with something a little less dramatic than what he's about to do, he wants to be very clear about his meaning when he explains.
which is why he just stabs the knife through his own fucking hand. it's one of those things that'd be impossible to fake even with sleight of hand or pure magician trickery, and he then holds the impaled hand out for tseng to inspect. seeing is believing. ）
You fancy pullin' it out?
（ there's no strain in his voice. no sense of being subsumed by pain or discomfort. it's not that he doesn't feel pain, it's that it's just fucking irrelevant to him, so. there you have it. if or when tseng does as he's asked, the wound will begin to heal immediately, though the blood will linger like a kiss. ）
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Who's to say I don't trust you? I'm a trusting guy.
（ it's said lightly, playful and warm. ）
But no, you're right. Since it's Sasuke I'm concerned with, it's more logical for me to sub. There's something you should know about me first, though. Brace ya'self for some weird shit.
（ knives are hard to come by here, but with stiles gone, the one from their ill-fated foray in the elevator with one of those fucking paintings has been reclaimed into his custody. there's a flicker of a dark, corruptive magic and then the blade appears in one hand. another man may have turned it into a power move, but cy's careful to keep it visible, fingers relaxed and open in a way that makes his grip lax on the handle, and it's in the hand furthest from tseng.
don't surprise a dude who's worked in torture: kinda a golden rule. the knife gets a little 'pay attention' wobble, and then cy brings his other hand over to it, and although he could make the point with something a little less dramatic than what he's about to do, he wants to be very clear about his meaning when he explains.
which is why he just stabs the knife through his own fucking hand. it's one of those things that'd be impossible to fake even with sleight of hand or pure magician trickery, and he then holds the impaled hand out for tseng to inspect. seeing is believing. ）
You fancy pullin' it out?
（ there's no strain in his voice. no sense of being subsumed by pain or discomfort. it's not that he doesn't feel pain, it's that it's just fucking irrelevant to him, so. there you have it. if or when tseng does as he's asked, the wound will begin to heal immediately, though the blood will linger like a kiss. ）