[And with that, the hunger is satisfied. Black Hat breaks away from the not-kiss, leaning his head back with a sigh. The fire has spread throughout his body, burning intensely for a brief, white-hot second, before slowly fading to a steady glow.
As Black Hat’s mind comes out of the haze, he can’t help but wonder what else Flug has in store. This is, after all, only the preview of the main event. And he’s thrilled to continue. So thrilled, indeed, that it takes him a moment to detect that the weight on him is rather… limp.]
Flug. Flug.
[Still very much in the mood, Black Hat snaps his fingers near Flug’s ear. There’s no response, and a spike of irritation shoots through him. He can’t believe this.]
Bloody hell, is that it? Get a mere taste of dominance and you’re done for the evening?
[He growls and gives Flug a shake. How dare he bow out after getting Black Hat all worked up, his heart thundering and blood rushing? Unacceptable!]
Wake up, finish the job you’ve started. I don’t care how you go about it so long as- Flug?
[He grabs Flug by the shoulders and props him up, off his chest. Realization slams into him as he stares into those vacant, empty eyes. The hunger, the desperation, the satiation, all of it pointing to the result of an incredibly base mistake.]
Shit!
[He’s an idiot. A damn fool idiot. Was he so broken by the impossible that he couldn’t read his own body?! That wretched arboreal harlot, her roots still so intertwined in him that he lost control of himself!
Black Hat gives Flug’s body another vicious shake, as if it might awaken the spider from his empty state. He should’ve fed more. He should have been stalking the streets each day, seizing whatever human crossed his path and gorging on them, to counter the yawning void his return to life had left.
But he didn’t. He locked himself away, brooding, a miserable shadow of what he is, all because of a tree. And now he’s devoured the soul of his closest ally. His minion. His partner.
It takes some maneuvering, but Black Hat finally writhes his way to his feet, leaving Flug’s body limp on the bed. He stares at it for a long while, cursing Y’doethe and snapping at himself. He is Black Hat. He doesn’t make mistakes - and when he does, he fixes his errors. Somehow, he will undo this.
But first, he’ll deal with the more immediate (and pressing) issue at hand. In a flash of fire, Black Hat is gone, leaving the spidery husk alone on the bed out of some modicum of respect.
Sometimes, when one’s minion falls down on the job, the villain has to finish the matter up himself.]
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As Black Hat’s mind comes out of the haze, he can’t help but wonder what else Flug has in store. This is, after all, only the preview of the main event. And he’s thrilled to continue. So thrilled, indeed, that it takes him a moment to detect that the weight on him is rather… limp.]
Flug. Flug.
[Still very much in the mood, Black Hat snaps his fingers near Flug’s ear. There’s no response, and a spike of irritation shoots through him. He can’t believe this.]
Bloody hell, is that it? Get a mere taste of dominance and you’re done for the evening?
[He growls and gives Flug a shake. How dare he bow out after getting Black Hat all worked up, his heart thundering and blood rushing? Unacceptable!]
Wake up, finish the job you’ve started. I don’t care how you go about it so long as- Flug?
[He grabs Flug by the shoulders and props him up, off his chest. Realization slams into him as he stares into those vacant, empty eyes. The hunger, the desperation, the satiation, all of it pointing to the result of an incredibly base mistake.]
Shit!
[He’s an idiot. A damn fool idiot. Was he so broken by the impossible that he couldn’t read his own body?! That wretched arboreal harlot, her roots still so intertwined in him that he lost control of himself!
Black Hat gives Flug’s body another vicious shake, as if it might awaken the spider from his empty state. He should’ve fed more. He should have been stalking the streets each day, seizing whatever human crossed his path and gorging on them, to counter the yawning void his return to life had left.
But he didn’t. He locked himself away, brooding, a miserable shadow of what he is, all because of a tree. And now he’s devoured the soul of his closest ally. His minion. His partner.
It takes some maneuvering, but Black Hat finally writhes his way to his feet, leaving Flug’s body limp on the bed. He stares at it for a long while, cursing Y’doethe and snapping at himself. He is Black Hat. He doesn’t make mistakes - and when he does, he fixes his errors. Somehow, he will undo this.
But first, he’ll deal with the more immediate (and pressing) issue at hand. In a flash of fire, Black Hat is gone, leaving the spidery husk alone on the bed out of some modicum of respect.
Sometimes, when one’s minion falls down on the job, the villain has to finish the matter up himself.]