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[His eyes go wide and his hands grip really hard into Dorian's shoulders in surprise.

What Dorian sees: A sudden rush of blood floods from the cut, but then the wound, as expected, immediately vanishes; the blood already expelled is visible, but nothing else. If it weren't for his reaction, you'd swear nothing bad had happened.

What's really happening: The blood is just gushing, and gushing, and gushing.

Abduxel makes at first a quiet, choked noise and his face looks strained, the smugness wiped away. The next noise is a horrible gurgle and his hands come to his throat, trying to compress the cut; Dorian can't see the extra blood pumping over them, and it looks as if Abduxel-as-Dorian is holding his own perfectly intact throat. His mouth opens, trying to suck in air, and he drops to his knees, gasping and gurgling and gagging. The sounds get weaker. And then to his hands and knees, struggling, and then to his side on the floor, and he stops moving. Goes limp. Thunk. Of course, Dorian could catch him too, instead of letting him fall, but the outcome would be the same, hanging limply in his arms looking not at all injured despite his apparent death struggles.]

[ wait what.

No, seriously, what. Dorian saw the sudden rush of blood and he saw the wound heal back up, but Abduxel's grabbing at his throat like he was bleeding out. Dorian didn't know what it was like when people bled out due to neck wounds, but he certainly had seen people bleed out from neck wounds before and this was kind of looking like Abduxel was bleeding out from a neck wound. He can only stand and stare, absolutely confused, as Abduxel falls to his knees.

Thankfully, Dorian manages to catch Abduxel before he falls on the ground but wow, he certainly is sitting on the floor, holding what looks like a dead Dorian. ]

Abduxel? [ pause ] Abduxel, what the hell just happened? [ This just got a whole new level of surreal. Also, fun fact, Dorian has absolutely no idea what to do with a corpse. Really, the best thing to do would be to keep Abduxel here until he inevitably came back to life. And then, of course, he'd ask him what the hell went wrong to begin with.

The least he could do is move him somewhere comfy so that when Abduxel came back to life, he wouldn't be on the floor. Gingerly picking up the demon, Dorian halfway dropped, halfway set Abduxel down on the couch. ]

[Sometime between Dorian first lifting Abduxel and then setting him down on the couch, the more complicated perception-manipulation spell breaks as the demon falls truly unconscious.

He still looks like Dorian, but the wound suddenly re-appears. He has a huge gash in his throat, and the smaller one on his arm from earlier.

Perhaps more strikingly, there is blood fucking everywhere. Not only will Dorian suddenly see it, he'll suddenly feel it all over him.

There's blood all over Abduxel-as-Dorian's throat, chest, pants, arms, hands. There's blood all over real-Dorian's chest, arms, pants, feet, and also smeared on real-Dorian's face from earlier. There's an absolutely huge puddle of blood all over the floor where his throat was first slit, smeared by where they walked and fell, and it spreads towards all of his furniture. Now, there's blood smearing on his new couch, too.

The wound at his throat isn't still gushing, though; there's a small trickle which, before real-Dorian's eyes, stops, evidence of healing. But the demon who looks like a brutally murdered Dorian doesn't stir.]

Edited (important details) 2015-05-12 02:28 (UTC)

[ Unfortunately for Dorian, he notices the blood like instantly after he sets Abduxel on the couch. Because hello, that is blood everywhere. And, as Dorian looks down at his hands, he notices the blood on his hands as well. Fuck. Because that is pretty much the amount of blood that you'd have when someone got their throat slit. But didn't Abduxel cast that healing spell? Why was there so much blood to begin with?

Leaving Abduxel's 'corpse' on the couch, Dorian head over to the sink, washing up his hands. He'd have to clean up this. He could leave Abduxel there but if he didn't clean the blood off the hardwood floor and off that accent rug under the coffee table near the couch soon, then it'd just stick.

As he washed the blood off, Dorian let out a huffy siiiiiiigh as he head over to the supply closet and started to rummage for a mop. He had to do work. Great job dying on him, Abduxel. ]

[It takes several minutes, but suddenly there's a groan on the couch and a hoarse, quiet voice that hisses,]

Dorian, you asshole.

[ Yeah, at that time, Dorian's mopping up blood. ]

Might want to make your magic less good next time. [ because this is obviously not his fault. Obviously. ]

[He tries to laugh but it sounds more like choking. He rolls over onto his side on the couch with a groan.]

Did it really seem like a good idea? Really?

I was caught up in the moment! [ which is a terrible excuse and he knows it. ] Besides, I thought you could heal.

The moment! [He coughs, rolls off the couch onto his hands and knees, and starts to stand, shaky.]

Is that what you're into? Murdering yourself?

Obviously not! [ still cleaning up that blood. ] But again, I thought you could heal from that. It wouldn't murder me.

[Sorry if you have a rug or something, Abduxel is getting blood all over it. He sits on the floor, putting a hand on his throat, then placing his hands on the couch like he might try to use it to stand soon. Bloody handprints no big deal. He looks like himself now, horns out, shirtless and still bloody, cut on his throat and arm, the whites of his eyes black.]

It was an illusion, Dorian, I wasn't really you.

Edited 2015-05-12 03:34 (UTC)

[ He's just cleaning and nooooot looking at Abduxel at this point. ]

I know. I just...got caught up.

[He struggles to stand, gripping the couch with his bloody hands. His voice still hoarse.]

I guess I'll take that as a compliment. I like bloodplay more than most people, but slitting throats, really?

I've survived worse! [ Dorian snapped, scrubbing the floor sooo much harder. ] I thought you could also.

I'm here, aren't I? You survived it, but did you get off on it, that's what I want to know!

[He shakily walks towards Dorian, using the back of the couch to hold himself up.]

[ Setting the mop down, Dorian walked over to Abduxel, arms helping to support him. ] Oh no. We can talk about how I got off on it later, but since you've apparently lost plenty of blood already, no more for tonight.

[He starts to laugh, slides his arms around Dorian as the help is offered, pulling him close with more strength than seems appropriate for someone who is struggling to walk. The whites of his eyes are still black, his voice still hoarse.]

Dorian, that's so twisted.

I've dated vampires, serial killers, and Hisoka. My taste is twisted to begin with.

And demons, too, if you could call this a date. [He slings his arms around Dorian's neck now, but begins to hold more of his own weight. He still has a nasty open wound across his throat, though.]

No wonder you sold your soul, you disgusting immortal. [He says it fondly, not harshly.] Just kiss me, you owe me after that.

I sold my soul because I didn't want to give up this, [ he said, idly gesturing to his face with one hand, while the other arm wrapped around Abduxel. ]

The disgusting immortal part is just an added bonus. [ Leaning in towards Abduxel, he gently kissed the man on the lips. After all, he had no idea just how woozy and how drained of blood this demon was. It was safer to take it slower. ]

[He bites Dorian's lip during that little kiss. He's woozy and he has a headache, but he's still himself.]

It's no wonder this happened. I was doing something nice. Demons shouldn't be nice. Well, that's the last time I indulge you, from now on I'm just using your body as I see fit.

Fine with me, [ said with a little shrug. ] Besides, I think that it's time I indulge you instead. After all, I've got to make it up somehow.

[ 'hey, I accidentally slit your throat, NO BIGGIE' just really isn't enough in Dorian's mind. ] And maybe I can start by pampering you just a little bit. I don't know if demons get blood loss but I'd prefer you not pass out during the middle of all this.

Yes, pamper me, then maybe I'll forgive you.

[ Dorian snuggled up to Abduxel, lightly giving the man a kiss just below the neck wound. ] Where do you want me to start?

Start by bringing me to your bed. We never tried it out.

GET READY FOR IT LOL

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