[ i was almost surprised that missy had strangulation icons but reminded myself what aoba's canon is all abt so.
bellamy - grappling with an enraged member of their brood, pleading. he concedes to it, like a cat that's been arching its back away from stray hands. his own hands, dark and menacing, wind around aoba's throat. the bright blue of his mind, the needle-sharp stabbing of his desires. were aoba in any better shape, this fight might go south, and fast. nirad buzzes along (shut up nirad). aoba hums pleasure and pain. bellamy pleads. shiro snarls. so much noise, none of it organized.
he attempts to smother aoba into submission. clinical and remote - and back to bellamy, he reassures. more hands, everything is hands (hands that strangle, hands that console) - his physical body caught in the mental struggle going on, he's still in the hallway. feet unable to move in one direction or the other, unless he can knock aoba out (nirad SHUT UP, and attend to your yaois). eventually, he can move. slipping through the hall until he crashes into the midst of the struggle between shiro and bellamy, filling the doorway with
a mind
full of ice and knives ] Stand down, [ he adds his real voice, a whip, to the soundless struggle. a military voice, versed in command and used to being obeyed.
if it doesn't work, he's fully prepared to lunge at shiro too (and in the distance, his mind is still wrapped tight around aoba's throat - how u like that breathplay kink boyo) ]
throws this tag into the garbage
bellamy - grappling with an enraged member of their brood, pleading. he concedes to it, like a cat that's been arching its back away from stray hands. his own hands, dark and menacing, wind around aoba's throat. the bright blue of his mind, the needle-sharp stabbing of his desires. were aoba in any better shape, this fight might go south, and fast. nirad buzzes along (shut up nirad). aoba hums pleasure and pain. bellamy pleads. shiro snarls. so much noise, none of it organized.
he attempts to smother aoba into submission. clinical and remote - and back to bellamy, he reassures. more hands, everything is hands (hands that strangle, hands that console) - his physical body caught in the mental struggle going on, he's still in the hallway. feet unable to move in one direction or the other, unless he can knock aoba out (nirad SHUT UP, and attend to your yaois). eventually, he can move. slipping through the hall until he crashes into the midst of the struggle between shiro and bellamy, filling the doorway with
a mind
full of ice and knives ] Stand down, [ he adds his real voice, a whip, to the soundless struggle. a military voice, versed in command and used to being obeyed.
if it doesn't work, he's fully prepared to lunge at shiro too (and in the distance, his mind is still wrapped tight around aoba's throat - how u like that breathplay kink boyo) ]