fifty words for murder and i'm every one of them

[submittome]

Who: Snakegato + Clotted Cream, White Lily, Mizuki and whomever wants to jump in after the deed
What: Suri has given Affogato a task to make Pure Vanilla suffer by harming those he loves dearest
When: The Night after returning to the Grove
Where: The Grove, round about Cookie House
Warnings: snake (in more than one sense of the word), the effects of snake venom including excruciating pain and the bodily reactions that accompany it (including emeto), death, note specific topping cws!


Affogato's been given a second, immediate order by the Black Sun. Cause Pure Vanilla pain by targeting those he loves - since hurting the Martyr himself won't do anything - in revenge for taking Nene away from it.

And seeing as how Affogato may hate the other Cookie a little, it's only something he's too glad to do.

So the night back, Affogato sets aside his little Seaborn baby Mizuki gifted him so Mizuki can "be with him" at all times, and carefully leaves the therapy building. Once outside, he dons the amulet the God gifted him with the intent to enact his will. The transformation is instantaneous and soon - once he figures out how to move - a black snake is carefully winding it's way through the grass of the Grove towards it's targets. Black dahlia patterns speckle its scales, scattered with marigolds in a stained corrupted look.

It will do it's best to avoid detection, using the dark of night to hide itself, as it winds its way towards its target.

Comments

cw: brief choking on liquid, visceral descriptions of cannibalism

[clottedcream]

[ With each pull that Dark Cacao makes on the wound, the intense pain makes Clotted Cream feel as though his entire bloodstream is being tugged on. For all he knows, it might be - Dark Cacao's teeth are already digging into his dough, tearing flesh from bone, and his leg a lost cause. He can't see the damage with his vision swimming as it is, but he can feel it.

And then, another presence. It almost goes unnoticed in his panic, but his peripheral vision picks up a pink blue that his brain briefly registers as Strawberry Crepe Cookie. That only lasts until a pair of lips presses against his temple, and he's briefly blessed with a wave of mental clarity that, despite the pain, makes him pull in a gasp. That's not Strawberry Crepe Cookie at all. ]

W-wh--

[ But before he can properly find his tongue to speak, a cup is being pressed to his lips and liquid is flooding his mouth. His body is already sluggish in its responses and movements, so there is a brief moment where the liquid nearly goes down the wrong way and his lungs cough one single and very weak time to expel it, but the rest goes down the right way. It's disgusting, frankly, bitter and earthy in a way he can't place, but he can't even wince. It's liquid, and his body clearly needs it. ]

[winterfrosting]

[And while Fel handles the drink Cacao continues his work. He had intended to go until the foul venom taste was gone and it was just the iron of blood. But his tongue is in so much pain he can no longer taste properly. His eyes bead with the agony but keeps spitting. The blood at least seems to be running clean... but he can't say for sure. And anything already pumped to the rest of his body is long out of his reach.

He carefully puts the leg down and leans over to gag]

[amethystic]

There we go...

( once he's had enough, she inhales and draws the cup back again. there's enough left that she just hands it to dark cacao, and not long after a glass of water is also brought to him, held in the air by swirling pink sparks of light. )

We'll have to clean the floors later, I'll need to get more lavender tea from Heimr, too. Maybe incense? Wards on the doors and windows... We need to move him, I think. But I- maybe the worst is passed? Lily stabilized after drinking...

cw: mention of vomiting

[clottedcream]

[ Once in his system, the tea gets to work, as foul-tasting as it is. It draws away a bit of the sharpness of the pain, leaving only a dull ache, bad enough in its own right but not quite as overwhelming. The hallucinations fade a bit more as well - his wobbly vision takes in Dark Cacao, retching, a puddle of spat-out, dark-looking liquid on the floor next to his perfectly intact leg. ]

Oh...

[ It's soft, and not so much a sound of recognition as it is a vague moan of discomfort, like a severely ill and weak child on the verge of throwing up. He feels like he could, even if there's a flicker in the back of his mind telling him that he needs to hold it all in. It's liquid, and his body needs it.

Even though his body is, at the same time, letting tears flow freely down his cheeks. Everything hurts, his head is throbbing, and his eyelids are slowly and steadily ignoring the commands to stay awake given by the lingering thread of adrenaline. They feel so heavy... ]

[winterfrosting]

[He swallows down the dredges of the tea, his mouth mostly numb. So instead of talking he points to CC and then up, looking at Fel. Should he carry him?]