Log; Complete

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When; January 18th, a little after midnight
Rating; R for gore, just to be safe
Characters; Kay gouge_em_out and The Corinthian bitingnightmare
Summary; The Corinthian is hungry and Kay's eyes are a renewable resource.
Log;

Even though Kay could see right now, it felt odd walking around without his cane. He'd usually take it with him anyways, but he had dropped it in Jadis' dungeon and he didn't really want to go get it back. It was rather late, but he preferred walking home late at night. There were less people around outside, and with the bit of alcohol he had he could almost ignore them and have a near-peaceful walk home.

It was because of his eyes that he purposefully chose the most secluded route home. Being alone outside at night might make some people uncomfortable, but Kay liked it. His eyes were still rather sensitive, and the bright sunlight bothered him. Too bad about the snow, it'd be much more beautiful out if it wasn't winter.

He turned onto a dark alley and continued on his way.

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"Wrong answer," he whispers from his regular mouth before his fingers flick, and the knife shines from his pocket. He balances the balisong with ease, flipping the handles till the razor edge glints in the moonlight. What moonlight there is anyway. The Corinthian forces Kay's fingers into a fist before putting that fist into his own mouth. "Bite, you'll feel better," purrs the nightmare. Yes, he purrs.

The knife slides between the sclera and lower lid of his left eye. He is good at this, but Kay would know all about the art of gouging wouldn't he? Cori takes his time too, careful not to break the organ open as the tip of his blade searches for the nerves to sever.

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He bites down, because it's all he can do right now. And it hurts, but the pain in his eyes is worse. Kay never went so slowly when removing his own eyes, he just stabbed and tossed them down the drain, not caring about the shape they were in. Five seconds per eye, ten at most if he messed up.

But this was slow, painful, and he was forced to watch every second of it. A few tears rolled down his cheek, leaving a trail of frost in the cold night air.

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"One," he says, unceremoniously tucking the severed bloody thing into his pocket. Then he works on the second eye. Wait. The nightmare pauses when he sees tears, and it's too much for him to resist. His expression changes, from the grinning toothy thing to something a little older, something that appreciates tears and wishes it could shed some itself. He purses his lips to kiss them away, then his lips part so his tongue can lick upward, leaving a trail to his remaining eye.

"Two," he works at the second as slowly as he did the first.

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The licking is not comforting, whether that was the intention or not. In fact, Kay takes it as being a little too intimate. But it isn't as if there's anything he can do about it.

His tears are overtaken by the blood dripping down his cheeks now, and though his fist is still in his mouth he mumbles out something that resembles 'hurry'.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

"I knew you'd see it my way... hrrrsch," he smirks at Kay, giving his head a pat when that last eye is pocketed. Cori gives the blood a lick as well, just for good measure, then he moves off of the blind man, back to his feet. He sheathes the knife then tucks that away as well. Damn, that's a mess isn't it?

"Clean yourself up," upnods the Corinthian.

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He doesn't want to say anything, he just wants to get away. But it's cold, and he has no eyes and no cane. He just crawls along the ground like a frenzied rat before collapsing face-down in a snowbank, the blood soaking into the snow.