#Bor: ya wanna go huntin vince? <:) maybe those badies are prime for a fighting.~

[morttodea]

If he keeps locked in place, it'll pass over. Kept still, he can't get his claws in everything or cause any damage.

There's a feeling of his teeth and hands sinking through imagined something rotten and warm, intrusive thoughts. imagined mess. It's fake, of course it is, but it's vivid, and it's all he can do to steel himself through the feel of it. If he moves at all it worsens, and it's too heavy to will away.

If he as much as opens his eyes, he doesn't know what will happen, so he keeps them shut tight, his back pressed to the wall, arms around himself and claws deep in his palms. Grounded as much as this body possibly can be.

Then he hears the demon approach, and a growl starts up even if in his heart he's grateful to see them. He needs to be less right now. He needs to be quieter. And they are a solution.

"Again, already?" Daring to open his eyes half-lidded, to glare, dropping forward to a more threatening posture, even while his voice is pained. "If yyou-if you're going to take anything why not--wh-why not this?? I know you hate me, I have made-I have made my thoughts on you very clear.. But wouldn't it be easier if- if you just got rid of the-the anger?? Of THIS? Of the-" Of the shame. "Can you not just change how this feels? WOULDN'T THAT FIX IT? I DON'T WANT THIS EITHER!" The rage, the shame, the complication and lashing out, where this agreement should make it all simple. But there's still so much guilt and anger. A small pause. A groan that sounds more animal than human. "I don't-I-- I don't want to be like this either."

The demon swishes their tail pensively when addressed. Bugs didn’t feed right away, but did placed a hand on the shoulder they’re planning on sipping his blood. The smell of it all hard to ignore, the anger, the urge,  the guilt, oh the shame of it most of all... “[No one ever ask to be this... Stars know we understand that.]” The baph said solemnly, making sure to speak in latin rather than let Vincent speak english when he’s having a bad brain day. “[Though I’m not the one to remove or swap em out for something else as much as ya want me to.]” well not yet, they haven’t figured that part out...  If they did they’d get him to change his opinion on them so so quick. But the hate towards him? It’s still there, still lingering about in their mind even if all of Vincent is theirs for the taking. They should be happy, should be glad, but still... There’s a lingering resentment towards him, that’s dying down the longer they’re near Vincent. Bug’s nose snorted a little making no comment about him knowing they still harbor this hate. Letting that be the silence speak for the demon. “[ Let me ask ya something... And this is completely genuine, I ain’t mockin ya for trying to keep ya self grounded like this... But..?]” The demon pauses and takes a squat next to him, their gote like pupil shifting around trying to pick the right words to say this. Bug’s maw open for a moment  as it pulled into a hopeful smile. “[What’s stopping you from giving in to it?  What’s different now if you can explain? I could smell it was so cathartic when we fought tooth and nail... And that’s just it, I can only smell the emotions but not what’s causing it. You know I won’t delve into your mind for answers, after...]” They’ve gotten quiet and removed the hand that was on Vincent’s shoulder, just to clasp their other hand. “[I’m sure you remember.]”