[ and in that wide, open mouth of manic ho ho hos— an invisible bullet jingles all the way. santa's head has a hole in it, a gaping lunar crescent that has left room for arteries and grey matter to spew onto the side he's about ready to fall over. the tongue hangs now that it has less of an encasement— no teeth, and whatever was still there was chipped and broken into fragments.
makima feels pain from within her chest, but doesn't demonstrate it. it's only when she's physically forced to rest on her legs does she realize the slump she's in, the cold sweat that starts, and the sparkling sweat that beads from her temples. then her nose, then the sweet taste that feeds her tongue.
so that's what darkblood tasted like. and so, that is what's been done to her. limitations. she just about smiles past her bloody, glittering lips as it flows in a way that blood really doesn't— it doesn't drip. it kind of just . . . flutters around like dust.
oh, she'll get you for this one too, mariana. either that, or makima is deeply infatuated. ]
—Mob?
[ she's calling for her pup, now. she's certain he'll respond. he was tense before. ]
cw: violence/gore
[ and in that wide, open mouth of manic ho ho hos— an invisible bullet jingles all the way. santa's head has a hole in it, a gaping lunar crescent that has left room for arteries and grey matter to spew onto the side he's about ready to fall over. the tongue hangs now that it has less of an encasement— no teeth, and whatever was still there was chipped and broken into fragments.
makima feels pain from within her chest, but doesn't demonstrate it. it's only when she's physically forced to rest on her legs does she realize the slump she's in, the cold sweat that starts, and the sparkling sweat that beads from her temples. then her nose, then the sweet taste that feeds her tongue.
so that's what darkblood tasted like. and so, that is what's been done to her. limitations. she just about smiles past her bloody, glittering lips as it flows in a way that blood really doesn't— it doesn't drip. it kind of just . . . flutters around like dust.
oh, she'll get you for this one too, mariana. either that, or makima is deeply infatuated. ]
—Mob?
[ she's calling for her pup, now. she's certain he'll respond. he was tense before. ]