Robyn turned her head in the man's direction, mentally preparing a snide comment (which she decided against).
"Why, whatever do you mean?" She said, twiddling her thumbs. People like this got on her nerves, because in her mind, she was an eagle, waiting to chase both the rabbit and fox into hiding.
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A small click at the door stopped Aloysius from saying anything. Only for a second. He pressed two fingers onto Damon's lips and smiled wildly. "Or perhaps it is the Three of Hearts who has come to serve you tea." With those words, the guarded door was unlocked and slowly opened with a groan. One of the guards, whose head for some reason looked like a beating heart, entered with a steel tray in his hands. Atop the tray was a dainty little cup of poison.
Damon gave a dramatic sigh and stood up off of Aloysius's lap gracefully, dragging his feet over to the guard with the tray. His lips turned to a pout as he rolled his eyes and took the cup, inspecting it before frowning deeply. "This is a different cup." Was all he said, glaring at the guard who seemed to cower. "I do understand that perhaps you are new, but different cups are wrong." Damon deeply inhaled before shoving his finger up to the man's chest. "Where. Is. My. Cup." With every word, his finger dug in deeper and deeper.
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The wild grin on Aloysius' lips widened, his eyes became equally as wild. He slid up from the chair and slunk behind the guard, curling one leg around the man's to prevent him from walking away. "I wouldn't try to run if I were you, it would only make him angry." he whispered into the guard's ear, purring slightly. "And you don't want to make him angry, do you?"
The guard shook his head frantically and began to stammer. "I don't.. I don't know where your cup is."
Damon blinked, his face furious. He tilted his head towards Aloysius and raised his eyebrows. "Darling? Can I kill him? It's been such a bore around here without any blood to spill." He purred, he was going to do it anyway, but he did like to know what his partner thought. Damon moved his finger up from the man's chest and moved to trace his facial features, humming a eerie tune.
Dee came running to the nervous guard and hugged his side, and yet her thing grip was somehow much too tight to qualify as a hug. Dum followed, taking the man’s free hand.
“You must tell him the location, sir,” she murmured. “He won’t be happy, should you not…”
Dee looked up at Damon with wide eyes, blinked, and slowly an eager smile spread across her face. Teeth exposed, she mouthed: Do it.
(Sorry for double posting)
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"Oh sweetheart, you can do anything you like." Aloysius cooed and poked his tongue out, the silver ball piercing shining under the mellow lighting above them. "I say…take his skin for accessories." he leaned back into the guard's ear and chuckled. "You'd make a wonderful bag."
"Okay fine!!" The guard looked close to tears, his eyes followed Damon's finger. "I.. I will go and get it!!"
Dum pressed her nails into the guard’s hand, hard, before letting go. Dee squeezed once more and then backed away studying the man’s damp face. Dum circled around, coming to stand next to her sister.
“Run,” they breathed simultaneously.
Robyn had observed the situation with a sort of morbid curiosity.
"What kind of guard couldn't handle that? You'd think they'd hire someone who was qualified," She said aloud, training her eyes on the guard as he made a hasty exit.
"Then again," She started, a mock pout on her face, "that was a bit mean,"
Dum whipped around, staring at Robyn from her spot. “No one,” she gasped, in a wobbly voice, “calls me mean. Because then I hate them. And then I haunt them.” Still facing the other way, Dee nodded in assent.
Marlowe snorted. “That, dear Alice, was a mistake,” she purred, turning so she looked more like she was lounging than sleeping. “You can’t be thinking that you’re on top in this place.” She smirked.
"Well, it's obvious you're not on top either," Robyn said, a small smile on her face as she fell back into her own chair.
"I'll give it to you this time, that was a good one," Dinah said.
Robyn almost felt gratitude towards that, and only hummed in response as she began picking at the hem of her dress.
Marlowe’s face stretched into a wicked grin. “Oh, love, I’m always on top,” she said with a wink, smirking at the innuendo. Some part of her knew in the power structure here that she was nowhere near the top, but she still lounged on the couch as if she were royalty.
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"Now you two," Aloysius drawled, his wild grin softening into a smirk when he caught onto the innuendo. "If it's a competition of who's on top, I think I could give you both a run for your money." his hand twitched a little and his eyes began to dart around the room as if he were looking for something. He couldn't concentrate, and it wouldn't be too long before he started getting violent. "Of course, only one person will ever find that out."
Robyn blushed a bit at their comments, turning her face to the wall.
Often she wished she could be anywhere else, even if it meant getting the jacket. Luckily, her imagination combined with the occasional hallucination was enough to stop her yearning.
If she really wanted to, she could close her eyes, and be back in her childhood room, surrounded by familiar shadows.
So she did just that, waiting for somebody to address her.
Damon slipped up from behind Aloysius, placing his head on his partner's shoulder. He had watched the new guard squirm with a delighted look, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent. He still had the look as he spoke. "Oh yes darling, it's a shame you aren't the one on top." He winked.
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Aloysius pulled Damon tightly into his arms and leaned down into his ear to whisper. "Say that again and you'll be sleeping alone for a week." Even though he meant every word he said, there was a slightly teasing tone hidden behind the ice.
The still trembling guard briskly entered the room once again, this time with the correct cup filled with the tea. He set it down onto the table and gave the inhabitants of the room one look of terror before immediately walking back towards the door. "You people are insane, they should have euthanized you after the first week."
Damon giggled and gave Aloysius a small kiss, skipping over to the guard with a large smile as he took the cup. "Now, now. You're acting like a little baby puppy." He cooed at the retreating man, turning on his heel and heading back to his partner. "Sigh, the guards these days are oh so dreary."
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"No, they're just sending the boring ones to you." Aloysius staggered back towards his armchair, completely missing the seat as he sat on the floor. "The guy I had yesterday for that subliminal video thing was a riot!" he started to giggle uncontrollably. "The hatred in his eyes still gets the blood flowing even now."
Damon placed the teacup onto the coffee table and sat down next to Aloysius, leaning his head on the other's shoulder. "I only get the sad ones. I want the angry ones! They're much more fun to twatch the life drain out of them as I slowly dig my hands into the flesh on their neck."
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Aloysius took Damon's hands in his own, holding them in front of his face, inspecting every detail about them. He twitched, and his eyes started flickering around again. "I thought that was reserved only for me.." his body started shaking a little, nothing too bad, but it would get worse.
Damon nuzzled Aloysius's neck. "Oh course dear," He curled his fingers around the others, moving them down to his lap. Damon leveled his breathing, making sure he could hear it. At least one of them had to be sane when the other wasn't calm.
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One of Aloysius' leg started bouncing gently, the room around them looked like it was closing in on them. He clamped his eyes shut, curling into Damon's body. The shaking started to get worse, going so far to affect his breathing and speaking. "What time is it?" he tightened his grip on Damon's hands, genuinely scared that he would disappear if he let go of them.
"It's five pm, Bello." Damon hummed a small tune, keeping it steady so Aloysius could breathe in time to the beats. Damon stared up at the camera, glaring right at it and mouthing the words: You come in here, and I kill you.
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"Fifty minutes left, right? Then I can have another one, right?" Though the pet name did soothe him a little, it wasn't enough to calm Aloysius completely. Behind his closed eyes he started to see distorted images of the life he and Damon had before the asylum, and while he would give anything to go back to that life, the images struck a kind of terror in him that he never wanted to feel. The shaking continued, his eyes shot open, but the images didn't go away. Instead they were right in front of him. They were coming towards him. Aloysius jerked away from Damon and he pinned himself against the wall as the images got closer. Beads of cold sweat formed on his forehead, and his eyes began to fill with tears. "Get away from me!!" he cried, throwing anything he could find at the things approaching him. "GET AWAY!!!"
Damon stood up, gently moving to the wall to stand next to Aloysius. "They can't hurt you, darling. Rember, I'm always going to protect you, I promised. Even here, I will." He reassured the other. He always protected Aloysius, no matter what.
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As Aloysius continued to throw things, including the cup of tea that was in the wrong cup, the door was quickly unlocked and two guards came in. They had sort of mismatched faces that didn't quite suit their bodies, their eyes kept changing colours and sizes. As they too approached Aloysius, he started to kick out at them. "Don't touch me!" he snarled, his trembling body twitching in various places. The guards didn't listen and tried to grab ahold of the mad man, muttering something about electric chairs or something? He couldn't quite make out what they were saying over the music that blared in his brain. "Get your filthy hands off me!" he shouted, trying to break free from the hold they had him in. A sharp pain exploded in his shoulder, he must have dislocated it again. He really needed to stop doing that.
"We need to get him out of here, or sedated at least." one of the guards said to the other, a genuinely concerned tone to his voice. The other simply nodded and the two of them started to carry Aloysius' body towards the door.
