EVENT HORIZON - DAY THREE

[inferis]

[Well, things sure aren't fun for you guys right now, are they? And to make matters worse, some of you have become completely corrupted by the ship, and you've got some crazy new ideas in your heads.

Anyone not corrupted isn't doing that hot either. Not only do you have to deal with your new crazy-face buddies, but you have to deal with your own terrible hallucinations coming at you when you least expect them, and they want you to do terrible, awful things]

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[onlyanapple]

[He doesn't even flinch, far from it, when she removes the blade, he steps closer, closing the gap between them. His smirk grows wider close enough for his breath to brush against her cheek]

I do like the sound of just us.

[scinlae]

Do you? Do you really? [ She feels lost, so very lost, but she is fine with lost. Because if she is lost that he is also lost and his company is welcome, it is always welcome. And he is so close, so very close-

She lets out a breath, short and trembling, lips twitching into a grin. ]

How much do you like the sound of it? Show me.

[onlyanapple]

[He chuckles low in his throat at her released breath. His powers might not be his, but he doesn't always need them to know what people want. He moves in, pressing a kiss to her cheek, before slowly, steadily grazing those too-sharp teeth along her jawline]

If you insist.

[scinlae]

[ There is something she has forgotten, she thinks, something important that she lost. The reasons she was wandering around the ship on her own. But it is lost within the mess of her mind, the broken shards of wants and wanting and needs and a stain she could never wash off; the madness of her mind, the poison in her veins.

Hands go to his arms, one still clutching the dagger in her hand, curling around the fabric tightly. She makes no move to stop him, exhaling a laugh instead. Why would she stop him? This is fun, she enjoys this, a whisper urges her on. She thinks it is Morgause's voice. Crowley is powerful, she whispers, claim him and no one will be able to stop you. ]

I do. [ Morgana breathes. ] I very much do insist.

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley has his own voices, Hell whispering to him that they;re going to find him. Make him pay. He might as well enjoy himself, before they inevitably drag him back to the Pit. His nips move to her neck for a moment, lightly pinching at her throat, before moving up to capture her lips in a bruising kiss]

[scinlae]

[ She makes a surprised noise, the dagger falling from her grip. It clatters on the metal floor loudly but she pays it no mind, returning the kiss with impressive fight. Mine mine mine. It is harsh, bruising, a battle of lips and teeth, one hand tangling in his hair and tugging.

Claim him, tie him to you and you shall be unstoppable sweet sister. ]

[onlyanapple]

[He'll growl a little into it, fighting back, moving to press her against the wall, his hand grazing her side roughly, trying to gain the upper hand, or perhaps testing her, seeing how she'd fight for control]

[scinlae]

[ Morgana has fought every moment of her life, she is not about to stop fighting now. Had she still her magic she would use it to wrangle control back, but she does not, instead she uses what is available to her. Nails scratch the skin at the back of his neck and her teeth take his bottom lip, biting down sharply.

Dare her to fight and fight she shall. ]

[onlyanapple]

[He hisses a little at her action, before chuckling deeply, perhaps giving her a little leeway, interested to see what she would do as his hands graze her sides]

[scinlae]

[ Her free hand settles on his, guiding it further down past her hips to gather up her dress at her thigh. Wrap him around your finger, use everything you must, quickly quickly before they come and ruin it all. ]

[onlyanapple]

[He's quite happy to allow her to guide his hand, his fingers curling in the fabric of her dress. He breaks off the kiss to nip at her throat]