[ Elliot smothers him, and Bakugo spitefully lashes back with a memory ( dark green slime; filling his nose, his mouth, his throat - choking and suffocating him like a wet blanket thrown over his entire body, crushing him and his birthright, even as he fought and fought and tore through it -- because It needed him to submit -- ). He wants to make a point of it, with the last of his wildfire emotions and tightly-held pain: Elliot's not the first person to want to silence him, he was just able to jump to the front of the line.
The calm comes over him, though. Needed, reluctantly desired ( he broke his stupid broodmate -- ); trickling through him like a strong rain, soaking him to his bone, turning his emotions soggy and heavy until they just... wash away. It leaves him muddled, disoriented. Clearly not a youth who's felt anything less than the full force of his emotions, brutal and bright as they are, by the way he physically reels. ]
Is this you -- all the time?
[ Like being underwater, the question comes slow and garbled. Still invasive, though. ]
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The calm comes over him, though. Needed, reluctantly desired ( he broke his stupid broodmate -- ); trickling through him like a strong rain, soaking him to his bone, turning his emotions soggy and heavy until they just... wash away. It leaves him muddled, disoriented. Clearly not a youth who's felt anything less than the full force of his emotions, brutal and bright as they are, by the way he physically reels. ]
Is this you -- all the time?
[ Like being underwater, the question comes slow and garbled. Still invasive, though. ]