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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.
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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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The Corinthian had left his own work not too long ago, troubled lately by a feeling he couldn't quite put his finger on. It wasn't just the hunger but something else, something eating at his conscious and conscience like teeth. How ironic, that, but it was the most accurate way he could put it. Something was eating away at what he knew best about the place. It didn't sit well with the nightmare at all, much like the quiver of tongues behind his eyeteeth. They licked at the edges of his fangs, and yes he does have them.

When he spotted the formerly blind mirror man walking along across the street, the Corinthian couldn't help himself but stalk. Much like a white shadow from a distance. He didn't care if Kay noticed or not. They were acquaintances after all.

He might've noticed the sound of footsteps here and there, but he didn't pay much attention to them. He hadn't actually seen the nightmare yet and thus had no reason to think of him as anything other than Blue's roommate who is good at cooking either way.

He paused for a moment and leaned against a nearby building, taking a swig from a canister of alcohol he had in his jacket pocket. Alcohol was warming after all, and he was starting to get hold. He decides to rest for a few seconds, but can't shake the feeling that he isn't quite alone. He chalks it up to the alcohol for now.

You keep thinking that, Kay. The man in jeans, t-shirt, shades, and leather jacket, could easily call himself Mickey and no one will be the wiser. It's to his advantage that Kay has yet to see the nightmare with his own eyes. So the Corinthian causes the cold snow-slick asphalt to where he leans against the building.

"Hey, don't suppose you have a light," says the white-haired man. It's a test maybe, of kindness to strangers and if Kay recognizes him at all. He wedges an unlit cigarette between his teeth.

"No, I don't smoke." he said, recognizing the voice, "Sorry about that, Mr. Corinthian. That is you, right? Blue's roommate?"

He doesn't look up just yet, he has a habit of staring down at the ground. But unfortunately for the nightmare, Kay won't need him to take hi sunglasses off to be able to know about his eyes.

"Good, don't start."

It's a flippant remark from an equally flippant nightmare. He can't help but grin at Kay, and notice how he doesn't answer his question either.

"How come I never see you hanging out with the rest of your gang," asks the Corinthian, rather casual. It is deceptively casual, but Kay probably knows this.

"Oh, I just...I'm a bit of a loner is all. I do spend time with my friends, though, but I like to go out alone, too. Just think for a while. And also because I won't have to look at anyone."

Kay feels a bit uncomfortable because he doesn't really know Cori - but any friend of Blue's must be a good guy, right?

"Yeah, I know how you feel," he says around the end of his cigarette, teeth pinching down on the filter to keep busy. His fingertips itch. "But you suck it up and move on huh," the Corinthian laughs, which sad to say this time, it is not a good natured laugh.

"Yeah. Yeah, I do." He is made a bit uncomfortable by the laugh. He shuffles down the wall a bit farther away from Cori.

"So...what brings you here?" he says, turning his head a little. He is so tempted to look now, but he is afraid of what he might see.

His tongues are licking behind his teeth. Cori pays no mind to what Kay asks.

"You want to look, don't you? I fucking empathize," he hisses.

He gives in to his temptation and looks. As if in Lumi's icy palace once again, he is frozen on the spot. He knows about the eyes now - and remembers the conversation they had on the first day he was here. So that's why the Corinthian was so interested in his eyes. It takes him a few seconds to take it all in - there is a lot of stuff he sees, though some of it seems strange. Distant. As if he didn't quite do those deeds himself.

He tries to run but he only manages to shuffle back a few inches. He doesn't want to offend the nightmare - people can change, right? Right?

"Don't think about it."

His hand whips out to snatch Kay by his shirt, his jacket, whatever it is. Anything to keep him in place.

"It's my turn," hisses the nightmare as he removes his sunglasses.

Kay knows what's coming but he couldn't really be prepared for it. He stares back, eyes wide, unable to look away. In his eyes Cori would see a blizzard, a seemingly endless snowy landscape, some little bits of glass, and a tall pale woman dressed in white. And, if he looks a bit too hard, he might catch a glimpse of the mirror shard and see himself in it.

Kay struggles against him, but he is no match. "L-let me go. Please."

Nothing new here, some frigid bitch, some glass in your eye, it's all standard fanfare in the Corinthian's opinion, until he captures a glimpse of himself in Kay's vision. Sick and twisted, little boys wearing party animal noses and their undergarments torn. It isn't what he's expecting, honestly, the nightmare should have seen it coming. But Matthew always knew foresight isn't his strength. Too bad for both of them Matthew isn't here.

"Fuck," snaps the white horror. He swings Kay to force him against the wall. Eyetongues flick at the edge of his teeth. "...No," they rasp in his face. He raises his knee in a kick, hoping to knock the wind out of Kay.

"I won't tell anyone what I saw, I promise, I never tell anyone-" he is interrupted by the kick. He coughs a bit, still struggling. He may not be one of the stronger fables but he is still harder to take down than a regular person.

"H-help-" he tries to call out, but it is not much more than a wheeze at this point. He reaches up, trying to pry the nightmare's hands off of him.

He ignores that claim, because it really doesn't matter to him who Kay tells or not. Afterward it will matter, but for now? Nothing. The Corinthian does like to live in the moment. When you can be dismantled with a snap of someone's fingers, that's usually how you roll. His grip on Kay only tightens before he swings the man again, this time to take him down to the floor and straddle if he doesn't put up a big fight.

"Let me do it," the eyes grin.

"I..." He stops struggling for a moment. He seems to be honestly considering the offer, "I...can't. M-my eyes are needed right now. I have to keep them."

That and it was a huge violation of personal space and he doesn't just want to surrender his eyes to a serial killer. He is clearly no match for Cori's strength, but he isn't just giving up without a fight.

Not like Kay could put up much of a fight. He stares up at Cori despite what he sees, pleading.

"Cry me a fucking river. What are you, their tool?"

Their masterpiece. Mirror thing.

Janitor of the human sub conscious.

He moves a hand to grip Kay's throat, not a chokehold at all, don't confuse the two. The Corinthian only means to push his head back, arching his neck to see the veins there. And then he lowers his own face to the fable's, eyetongues slithering out to brush against his cheek.

"You can blame it on me. Everyone'll believe you. No shame in it," he growls, licking just under Kay's lower lashes.

"No, of course not, but I have an important job to do-"

He shudders at the feeling of the tongues against his cheeks. He doesn't respond to the last comment, but he would say that yes, there IS shame in it. Mostly, being taken advantage of an near-violated by someone who would no doubt get some sick pleasure out of taking and eating his eyes. He tries the last measure.

"...What'll Blue think?"

"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.

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.

"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.

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'.

"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.

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.

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