makima will feel a spike of warmth up her arm, a static snap as mob's face goes grim. resignation over what has to happen, even if he struggles with the physicality, the brutality of it. the ground beneath their feet cracks.
and the creature no longer moves, it's head contorting as he does as makima says. focus on it, watches it crumble further, the skull fracture into shards then splinters, the eyes splatter against invisible pressure that has the entire body jerk then still. an entire head compressed into an increasingly small point, until he releases it and it spills across the ground in a gory stain.
the body drops, mob stares for a second, power swirling in the air. it had to happen, it was better he listened to miss makima's lead. even here she was able to help direct his power when he can feel it dangerously spilling over.
[ he showed her his power, and effortlessly. it was quite beautiful. despite the drag in her bones and the bloody, sparkling sweat that stains through her clothes, she couldn’t have had a better gift from him. she loves pups. they’re easier to handle than adults . . .
something in her, deep and quiet, wonders if this is what it was like when she was younger and collared by the state; upon doing the same thing to this boy, she sharply turns heel from the thought and sees reason. this is how things are, how they work, and how they could be with her on the end of control. she could help him, and care for him, just the way she’s learned how.
his hand is lowered right back to his side, with her hand from his elbow to his head. ]
Well done. [ praise, and positive reinforcement from an encouraging mother’s voice. ] See how your power can be used for good? It brought us safety, and peace.
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2/2 oh like. gore cw haha
makima will feel a spike of warmth up her arm, a static snap as mob's face goes grim. resignation over what has to happen, even if he struggles with the physicality, the brutality of it. the ground beneath their feet cracks.
and the creature no longer moves, it's head contorting as he does as makima says. focus on it, watches it crumble further, the skull fracture into shards then splinters, the eyes splatter against invisible pressure that has the entire body jerk then still. an entire head compressed into an increasingly small point, until he releases it and it spills across the ground in a gory stain.
the body drops, mob stares for a second, power swirling in the air. it had to happen, it was better he listened to miss makima's lead. even here she was able to help direct his power when he can feel it dangerously spilling over.
she knew better.]
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something in her, deep and quiet, wonders if this is what it was like when she was younger and collared by the state; upon doing the same thing to this boy, she sharply turns heel from the thought and sees reason. this is how things are, how they work, and how they could be with her on the end of control. she could help him, and care for him, just the way she’s learned how.
his hand is lowered right back to his side, with her hand from his elbow to his head. ]
Well done. [ praise, and positive reinforcement from an encouraging mother’s voice. ] See how your power can be used for good? It brought us safety, and peace.