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Offline nephero

In space, no one can hear you scream [M/TW][Nix]
« on: May 18, 2017, 11:34:22 pm »
Autopilot engaged, No Son calmly unbuckled himself, and slid from the cockpit seat. Hunching slightly to pass down the stairs and through the doorway that separated the ship's controls from its living spaces, he straightened and stretched with a long, languid sigh.

The Feneri took his time, stepping slowly down the main hallway, past the open doors to his quarters, his armory and workbench, all still spray-painted that same garish, awful pink. His lip curled; his spines rose just the barest bit, pulsing with venom until he quelled the sudden surge of hatred. No matter. He'd get his revenge in short order.

No Son stopped, finally, just above a single handle set in the floor. It didn't seem like it belonged to anything, until No Son reached down and pulled, and then a far larger segment of floor came up on thick hinges to hold the brunt of the door's weight. Another, smaller ladder led downwards into the deep underbelly of his ship, a small compartment nestled just between engines and reactor so as to not draw attention to itself from the outside. The result was a more than adequate storage space, which No Son rarely necessarily needed.

Well, today was that exception. He smiled, a long, vicious, lazy gesture, as he regarded the sequence of chains and bars that presently imprisoned his target. No Son was also rarely familiar with those he was paid to "take care of", but again, today seemed to be the day for exceptions. Just beyond the ship's lighting, there was the hunched form of Ykan Nabhendu, bound and gagged and bolted down to the floor for good measure. You never quite knew with pirates, and No Son was not the sort to leave things up to chance if he could help it.

After all, doing so was what landed him in this pit-stain of a solar system anyway.

Oh well. The pay, thus far, had been good. The incentives in the form of inflicting suffering upon one of his most hated acquaintences? More than good. No Son kneeled down, humming lightly as he regarded the other in the cage, blue hair matted with dried sweat and blood from their previous struggle.

The price had certainly been right: the difficulty alone in achieving this much had been phenomenal. You never quite knew with tricky little sprites, or whatever the hell his "guest" was meant to be. No Son had never actually asked. No Son had never actually cared. All he knew was that his spines went right on edge every time he saw Ykan, and that, for him, was more than enough.

The cost of keeping him alive was going to be even greater. Depending on how long his client (whoever that was) needed Ykan kept away, No Son was looking at an added amount of food, water, and... at the rate this was going, a far greater medical supply.

Speaking of. No Son moved away from the cage, to a small metal table that was fixed to one corner of the smuggler's compartment. There lay a set of tools, and, more importantly, rolls of fresh bandages and antiseptics.

"Have fun," his client had said, "enjoy yourself, just keep him alive." Or, at least, that had been the gist of it. And keeping Ykan alive meant not letting any of his present wounds fester. He brought the first aid kit back over to the cage, unlocked it, and stepped inside. The careful application of his foot-- in the form of a swift, merciless kick to vulnerable ribs-- assured that Ykan wouldn't be trying anything funny in the next few seconds.

The last thing No Son needed was to patch himself up on top of everything else. That sincerely would not help his present mood.

"Wakey, wakey." he cooed, lips pulled back in a fanged grin. "Tell the good doctor what's ailing you today."

The Feneri laughed as Ykan turned his head just enough to level a baleful, magenta glare in his direction, but otherwise didn't respond. Not that No Son had left him any choice-- the thick cloth gag prevented anything beyond grunts and groans. No Son hummed, a light and happy tune that was entirely disproportionate to his present actions, which were, of course, utterly fucking horrible. His bedside manner certainly had room for improvement, as there was no gentleness in how he cleaned Ykan's injuries, simply working at the basest of necessity and efficiency to get the job done.

Once he had finished, the Feneri sat back on his ankles with a little sigh, reached out, and oh so tenderly brushed pale blue bangs out of his captive's face.

"Much better, hm?"

This was gonna be a long, long next few standard orbital rotations.

No Son would make absolute sure of it.

Offline Nix

Re: In space, no one can hear you scream [M/TW][Nix]
« Reply #1 on: May 22, 2017, 11:23:07 am »
A swift steady kick to the ribs was one hell of a fucking wake up call and shit did it hurt. He made a sound that was swallowed by the gag in his mouth. Ykan's eyes teared up automatically as he glared up at his captor.

No Son.

What the fuck did this asshole want anyway? Their fight had been far from fair too, not that he was sure No Son knew it. Getting nabbed in the darker, windier parts of the Cancer was nothing new. It happened to fools all the time but Ykan was definitely not a fool. He just had to keep others safe. Besides he had expected No Son to kill him, or at least try to. Wasn't this idiot an assassin? Why kidnap him of all people?

And then the glowboi started cleaning his wounds. Fuck. Whatever his reasons No Son planned on keeping him alive. Ykan had no desire to punch a ticket back to Jericho but it was often the easiest way to get out of sticky situations on the mortal plane. When the gently swept his bangs Ykan glared at him harder. Why afford him that gentle touch after everything? Just to make it sting? Ykan was more than privy to those sorts of head games. He had dealt with more than his share of unsavory types and was considered to be one by most people as well.

It didn't matter. None of this did. All he had to do was heal a bit and he would be able to shape shift and escape his bonds and find a way back to Cancer. He could probably muster the strength to do it now but it would be foolish. He just had to bide his time.

 

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