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writetomyheart2015-03-28 12:27 am
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[Team Five] Liar, Liar, Forest on Fire
So this is a snippet of basically what will either be something dedicated solely to the exodus teasers or to the larger MAMA verse, because obviously it's like a fishbowl and I'm going to play in it, goddammit. 8D Short because I have no brain left.
He pushed the book to the floor and shut his eyes, trying to block out the cursed ink that had spun a forbidden story, but the ink had stained his fingers, the darkness clawing into his skin. It had been a mistake, he realized – no, no, not a mistake. A trap. Zitao had seen someone else holding this book, and he hadn’t questioned it before, but now, now.
Now it was too late.
“You would be this easy,” a voice cooed behind him and he tried to turn, but the ink had spread, threading into his body, beneath muscle and around bone, all tricky wicked wire that burned. He couldn’t move, couldn’t even open his mouth to scream, because he’d been right, Jongdae had forgotten the book, had left it to be picked up by someone else.
Baekhyun.
“I knew you’d be good prey,” Baekhyun said, or whatever it was that was wearing his skin. “You’re so trusting. All of you, really, it was so easy to convince you that he was here still, but you… you most of all. You need them so much.”
The demon tugged on a string of ink and a pained howl tore itself from Zitao’s locked jaw, the spread of agony through his shoulder bringing tears to his eyes.
“But you know what I think, Zitao~?” the demon crooned, stroking his hair. “I don’t think they need you nearly as much.”
“After all… Yifan didn’t need you either.”
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He pushed the book to the floor and shut his eyes, trying to block out the cursed ink that had spun a forbidden story, but the ink had stained his fingers, the darkness clawing into his skin. It had been a mistake, he realized – no, no, not a mistake. A trap. Zitao had seen someone else holding this book, and he hadn’t questioned it before, but now, now.
Now it was too late.
“You would be this easy,” a voice cooed behind him and he tried to turn, but the ink had spread, threading into his body, beneath muscle and around bone, all tricky wicked wire that burned. He couldn’t move, couldn’t even open his mouth to scream, because he’d been right, Jongdae had forgotten the book, had left it to be picked up by someone else.
Baekhyun.
“I knew you’d be good prey,” Baekhyun said, or whatever it was that was wearing his skin. “You’re so trusting. All of you, really, it was so easy to convince you that he was here still, but you… you most of all. You need them so much.”
The demon tugged on a string of ink and a pained howl tore itself from Zitao’s locked jaw, the spread of agony through his shoulder bringing tears to his eyes.
“But you know what I think, Zitao~?” the demon crooned, stroking his hair. “I don’t think they need you nearly as much.”
“After all… Yifan didn’t need you either.”
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