[ Rage is like a bomb - when it's set off, it goes off with a bang. Shiro's rage does not disappoint. Deafening, the sudden roar of the lion briefly awakens his own fear of the creatures, primal and deep-rooted.
But the pain that follows draws him back, keeps him focused on Shiro. Aoba's mental grip on him is shattered with the sound and it rains down, a thousand scattered shards of sharp glass. ]
Yes. YES. Destroy. DESTROY.
[ He laughs, the sound of it quieted by the animalistic thundering of Shiro's rage, but he doesn't care. He's tired, he's weak, but getting a rush from this new pain. It's one thing to hurt himself over and over, but when someone else does it to him-
It's a new kind of high. He's not listening to Shiro's words, distracted by the feeling. A fire is lit in him, and he desires more. ]
smothers you with a pillow
But the pain that follows draws him back, keeps him focused on Shiro. Aoba's mental grip on him is shattered with the sound and it rains down, a thousand scattered shards of sharp glass. ]
Yes. YES. Destroy. DESTROY.
[ He laughs, the sound of it quieted by the animalistic thundering of Shiro's rage, but he doesn't care. He's tired, he's weak, but getting a rush from this new pain. It's one thing to hurt himself over and over, but when someone else does it to him-
It's a new kind of high. He's not listening to Shiro's words, distracted by the feeling. A fire is lit in him, and he desires more. ]
Accept me. Ruin me.
DESTROY me, Shiro.