Eridan's movements felt strangely light as he found the tubes and needles again, setting Eddie upright with something that verged on care. He daubed the split lip a royal purple handkerchief, monogrammed in the corner; ruffled Eddie's hair back into its general place, careful to use his non-bloody hand in doing so, and for what was careful in Eridan terms, pulling his undershirt up and over the binds, letting it rumple around his neck.
He just needed some good rib space, which the ties accommodated.
"Now, listen, I'm just doin' this for your own good. Establishin' boundaries." The transfusion set, needles bags, and all other accoutrements were set up quickly, in a way that suggested he'd practiced quite a bit for this moment. Sure, the night hadn't gone exactly according to schedule - so he couldn't follow a plan like Eddie could, whatever - but this was the only really necessary part. "Resettin' the quo. With us. You're gonna thank me for it later, you newer did like anybody who didn't hawe some chutzpah. Y'know, resilience in the face a brainwashin' and all that shit."
The needle went in, was taped down to Eddie's arm. Eridan wandered off for a drink, coming back with the bottle in one hand and a scalpel in the other. He hovered the lip just within reach of Eddie's mouth.
"You're gonna want this. Takes the edge off, kinda, and you're gonna want the fuckin' edge off."
After all, the suffering and pain wasn't really the point. (A boon, but not the point.) It was what would hang around long after.
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Eridan's movements felt strangely light as he found the tubes and needles again, setting Eddie upright with something that verged on care. He daubed the split lip a royal purple handkerchief, monogrammed in the corner; ruffled Eddie's hair back into its general place, careful to use his non-bloody hand in doing so, and for what was careful in Eridan terms, pulling his undershirt up and over the binds, letting it rumple around his neck.
He just needed some good rib space, which the ties accommodated.
"Now, listen, I'm just doin' this for your own good. Establishin' boundaries." The transfusion set, needles bags, and all other accoutrements were set up quickly, in a way that suggested he'd practiced quite a bit for this moment. Sure, the night hadn't gone exactly according to schedule - so he couldn't follow a plan like Eddie could, whatever - but this was the only really necessary part. "Resettin' the quo. With us. You're gonna thank me for it later, you newer did like anybody who didn't hawe some chutzpah. Y'know, resilience in the face a brainwashin' and all that shit."
The needle went in, was taped down to Eddie's arm. Eridan wandered off for a drink, coming back with the bottle in one hand and a scalpel in the other. He hovered the lip just within reach of Eddie's mouth.
"You're gonna want this. Takes the edge off, kinda, and you're gonna want the fuckin' edge off."
After all, the suffering and pain wasn't really the point. (A boon, but not the point.) It was what would hang around long after.