#asirel

[toasted-swirls]

Forget Forgive Revenge what path shall you decide?

[zsakuva]

Hello!

So since Asirel fired Isaac, Asirel has his own stuff to worry about, and Isaac still wants to be out there and take cases, hypothetically speaking, what if in a way Isaac accepted a case or something that was indirectly hindering or blocking something that Asirel is working on? (With the assumption that it's something new that Isaac doesn't know Asirel started) how do you think he will handle it?

If Pet was a female, when attending parties and gathering with Asirel, do you think he'll allow them to wear a dress if they wanted to? Or maybe it's not practical if something were to happen? Same thing with heels!

Interesting question! I'm not sure as I haven't really thought about that. Unless he knew, Isaac wouldn't back down from the case. If Asirel knew, I think he would tell Isaac not to get involved, and I believe he'd likely drop the case or pass it onto someone else. Though Isaac was fired, Asirel would still somewhat look out for him.

Yes. Pet is a vampire after all, so I don't think clothes or heels would deter them. If anything, heels can make quite the weapon if one is fast enough, which Pet definitely is.

[vionnette]

I just know that even after decades, Pet would still wear that ring.

[claiestve]

ꨄ sakuverse tweets ! pt. 4 :

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well… well okay LUCA HAS BEEN ADDED

[litmot-archived]

You Hurt Me

Asirel Cain x Reader

You execute your revenge.

Warnings: mentions of syringes and tranquillisers, past torture, abuse; the general tone of this is a bit darker than usual so proceed with caution

I Hurt You

The ordeal had been roughly two weeks ago. You bid your time. 

Asirel had looked at you with an apprehensive glance, cautious as you stumbled through the door of his study after being knocked out for a week. You had gone straight back to normal, grumbling something about being hungry and leading him to a false sense of security that his betrayal — because that was what it had been to you — could be glossed over like one of your quickly fading moods.

You could act when you wanted to, lounging on the couch that had been your prison, unwelcome memories of being paralyzed lurking on the edge of your mind while you leafed through a book disinterestedly, keeping him company as you had before. You kept testing him, riling him up enough until he scoffed and his eyes darkened while you ultimately succeeded in peeling him away from his desk, always mindful of that damned tranquilizer he kept in the right pocket of his suit jacket. 

You knew his tricks now. 

It had not taken long to figure out Asirel. Now you knew how far you could push, now you could pinpoint when teasing, toying turned to genuine concern on his part, fear as his hand twitched, restraining himself from plunging the needle into your heart again. 

He did not know that you knew, and you wanted to keep it that way. Ignorance was the best way to serve revenge, you supposed, and when an opportunity arose to execute your plan, you seized it with a grin he mistook for your usual playfulness. 

“Careful,” he rasped, hitting the mattress with a force that knocked the wind out of him. “I don’t know why I indulge you when there is a buffet at your disposal.”

You chuckled, moving to straddle his lap as you smirked. “You taste better,” you said, lips tightening in displeasure as he placed a hand on your chest, pushing you off. You let him, allowing Asirel to swing his legs over the edge of the bed and sit up.

“I think you enjoy feeling me writhe under you,” he replied, loosening his tie and unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt to expose his neck. 

Your mouth watered, leaning in before he could prepare himself and piercing his skin with your teeth. 

Asirel groaned, tensing under your touch immediately. His head spun at the familiar feeling of blood loss, but the force with which you were draining him was unlike anything he’d felt before. You were rough, sucking him dry as if you were starved. 

“Slow down,” he warned, his voice breathier than he would have liked. A feeling of weakness settled in his chest as he felt his strength bleed out of him. The pounding in his head intensified, and his stomach twisted in sudden nausea as his hands began to shake. “Pet!”

You did not care, continuing to feed as if you had not heard him. You could feel him shaking against you, his breathing getting more strained the more blood you took.

He thought you would drink up every last drop if he did not stop you. Placing a hand on your chest, he tried pushing you away — to get you to snap out of the frenzy he had thought you had slipped into — but of course, you did not budge. 

“Stop!” he said, pouring every morsel of strength into his voice. His usually so commanding tone sounded deflated even to his own ears, the refined cadence of his voice smeared in exhaustion. “Did you hear me? Stop it!”

The annoyance he felt flipped into fear. You could smell it on him, the moment he realized you were not going to stop, the moment he knew this was your idea of revenge for what he had done. You heard his breath hitch, his heartbeat surging suddenly. 

This time you were prepared. You felt his hands shift, reaching into his suit jacket. He seized the syringe, pulling it out in the blink of an eye and aiming for your heart. You caught his wrist easily, pinning him to the bed in one swift movement. 

“Fool me once, Asirel,” you said, flicking the hateful object out of his grip as he stared up at you with wide eyes. 

“I told you to stop,” he said, trying to keep his voice even. You could feel his entire frame shaking beneath you, his chest heaving as his heart pounded painfully. 

You sneered. “I told you not to overdo it. I told you it hurt. Did that make you stop?”

He panted, squirming fruitlessly to get out of your hold. “Get off,” he said. “Pet, stop it.”

“Come on, Asirel,” you cooed, a self-satisfied grin on your face that widened as you heard his heart skip a beat, the smell of his fear intensifying as he submerged in his panic. “This does not work if you do not trust me. Don’t you remember?” 

You sunk your teeth into his neck again. You knew you were overindulging, but the startled noise of surprise and pain escaping him as he suffered — like you had at his hands — went to your head in a mixture of satisfaction and anger. 

“Did you think you’d get away with drugging me up like that, Master?” you mocked, the title rolling off your tongue laced in venom. “You think you can go ahead and do what they did because you fooled me into trusting you? Do you think I’m stupid? At least they knew to keep me weak so I could not rip out their hearts, but you—” You sunk your teeth into his neck again to corroborate your point. 

Asirel jolted, his breath coming in short heaves as his heart pounded against his ribcage vigorously. He was afraid, terrified as he fought against your relentless grip. “Stop, stop,” he croaked. You pretended not to notice the wetness in his voice. “Please, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Pet. Stop!”

You raised your head, his blood staining your teeth as you looked into his wide eyes, trails of tears rolling down the side of his face. He looked a mess, bloodied, terrified as he was helpless against the force that pinned him in place — helpless against you.

You sneered, the feeling all too familiar. “What? Are you begging me now?” you mocked, a sick twist of contentment filling you as you saw his eyes water again. “‘I’m sorry’ won’t cut it here.”

He looked at you for a long moment. His heart surged again, and you knew he was about to try something new. “Hel—!”

“Stop breathing.” 

His scream died in his throat immediately, the shock of your compulsion tearing through him like a lightning strike. Asirel looked at you, his face ashen, lips parted with an expression of utter heartbreaking betrayal.

It made you pause, reconsidering your method of fighting fire with fire.

He slipped out of your grasp, his hands darting to his throat immediately as his chest spasmed, desperately trying to take a breath that was denied him. 

Your words had a chokehold on him, but as you saw the person who had saved you — betrayed you, yes, but also taken you out of that hellhole — fed you, the same person who threaded his delicate fingers through your hair when you rested your head on his lap or nuzzled your face against his neck, the person who had to suppress a fond smile every time you slipped into bed next to him in the middle of the night, squirm in agony beneath you, horrified, certain he was going to die because you willed it, you felt a black mass of disappointment, grief and shame rise in your chest. 

The game was over. You had no intention of playing anymore. 

Asirel rolled onto his side with a deep gasp, sputtering coughs as his vision slowly cleared from the black spots clouding it. He had a death grip on the bed sheets, his whole body shaking with the force of his heaving breaths. 

You had slid off the bed, resting your back against the bedpost while you sat on the floor, dejection hanging over you like a cloud. You could hear his heart still rattling in his ribcage, but it was gradually slowing from the height of his panic. The syringe had rolled to the other side of the room, mocking you with its presence. 

“Fuck,” he gasped, his voice airily light. You turned your head, meeting Asirel’s eyes. They were carefully blank as if he had not decided exactly how to feel about what had just passed between you. 

“Are you okay?” you asked slowly. 

He glared. “Take a guess.”

You hummed, hesitating to break the silence between you despite the words you were painfully dragging to the surface. They rested on the tip of your tongue, ready to spill out if you dared to open your mouth. 

Asirel sat up slowly, swaying a little as he did. His hand shot out to steady himself, and you reached up to wrap an arm around his waist to keep him upright. He froze, but the words of dismissal never passed his lips. 

You spoke. “When I was with them — the traders. I— they work together with other organizations sometimes. They like to earn a few extra bucks in rentals, turning us over to people running tests, experimenting to develop new weapons for the hunters, or simply to get a kick out of torturing us. I’m not sure. 

“They— well, I know those types of people very, very well and when you drug me — when you ram that needle into me and my muscles go slack and I can’t fucking move — I feel cold metal beneath me, and straps around my chest and limbs, digging into my skin, and— and I’m back with them, anticipating pain any moment when they would try something new to hurt me while I lay there powerless and vulnerable, and I just can’t take it, Asirel. I can’t!”

You blinked away the tears gathering in your eyes. You did not see Asirel’s gaze soften, but you felt his hand reaching down hesitatingly, his fingers burying themselves in your hair, playing with the strands in a silent offer of comfort. 

He knew there were things you had not told him. The scars littering your body spoke of the trauma he only now began understanding the scope of. 

“When you take my blood,” he began, confessing weaknesses of his own, “I feel— it makes my head spin and I feel my life draining away. There was— Once I nearly bled out, a long time ago, but I still remember the feeling and the cold. I hate letting you feed off of me, but I try to indulge you sometimes. But when you don’t stop, my mind goes blank in panic like I’m a little child again, bleeding out in his father’s arms. 

“It’s why I’m quick to use the tranquilizer,” he said. 

You nodded, scooting closer to rest your cheek against his thigh. “Will you throw it away if I promise I’ll stop when you tell me?”

Asirel considered it for a moment, biting his lips in uncertainty. “After this—” he trailed off.

“I’m sorry I deceived you,” you said, absentmindedly tracing shapes against his skin. “And I’m sorry about, well, all of it.”

He nodded. “I’m sorry, too,” he said, sighing deeply. “How about a new start? Do you still trust me?” 

“Yeah.”

“Alright. I do, too, against all odds. I’ll throw it out.”

You looked up at him, the determination in his eyes mirroring the honesty in yours. “Thank you,” you said, wrapping your arms around his middle.

The trauma would take a long time to work through, but with Asirel’s arms coming up around you as well, squeezing you tightly against him, you had a feeling the scars of your past might stop stinging quite so much.

“I promise, I’ll keep my word.”

[ameaninglessturtle]

Asirel I love you too.

no cevyk today but ASIREL!!!

why on earth you're that rich??!! like you spent 200 million on just one single room!!!

and you have 30 rooms in one building

and you have 2 buildings

:D

(man that's crazy)

[boxkitkat]

Okay guys! (*°▽°*) Does anyone have any suspicions of what Asirels ethnicity or ancestry background might be? (・・ ) ? I’ve been studying his photo and I cannot tell, of course skin doesn’t equal to ethnicity still but some suggestions would help! (＞﹏＜)

[des2dream]

Breaking the Ice on "Infamous" Sakuverse Characters!

A handful of Sakuverse characters are beloved, but not every character is well-liked. Take these five: Alex, Xanthus, Asirel, Cevyk, & Zaros! People are divided between Alex's actions, Asirel bought a vampire as a servant/"pet" & had all sorts of questionable behavior as well as a mysterious lifestyle, Xanthus has a pretty high body count (take that as you will), Zaros presses Earis's buttons a bunch, & Cevyk....we already know. Not everyone liked these characters with their own reasons.

I'm gonna flat out say it! I'm not sugarcoating sh@t! I like that they're flawed! I like that have dislikable qualities! I don't really have it in my heart to hate them as much as others do. Yes, even Cevyk! I know you all love the immersion of having the "imaginary perfect boyfriend who takes you away from the struggles of real life", but having a perfect, good, or could-do-no-wrong (intentionally) protagonist can't be entertaining or engaging all the time! Sometimes you gotta have a character who isn't the best especially if it makes room for them to GROW in the future as better people (to some extent). I didn't like Zaros that much at first either, but I grew to like him once I understood him more. I didn't like the breakup arc between Alex & Listener, but I knew it had to happen no matter how much it hurt. I have my conflicting thoughts on Cevyk....but he's a freaking demon! It's expected he's not perfect! You gotta take the good with the bad, you know?

[aestheticpearl]

— 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞 (𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨)

✧·˚featuring: asirel cain (sakuverse)

✧·˚you ask forgiveness for your sinful actions, father asirel cain is sure to make sure you atone for them

a/n: this was written with a fem!pet in mind but no specific pronouns are used, also no smut but very suggestive

“forgive me father for i have sinned.”

you kneel in front of father cain who sits comfortably inside the confessional booth. how did you get here again? who cares, he looks godly when you’re on your knees in front of him.

“tell me child..”

his hand finds its place under your chin to tilt your head up to face him. the pulsing of his blood through the veins in his wrist pounds in your ears and his smell is intoxicating to your senses. your eyes closes as you breathe in his scene, momentarily forgetting yourself.

“how can someone with such angelic features ever commit something so sinful that they feel the need to confess?”

his voice is like silk and it has you leaning into his touch, your lips press against his thumb and you can feel your fangs start to retract before your snap yourself out of this trance and open your eyes to lock them with his.

“father, i’ve killed people.” you say bluntly but he seems unfazed by the confession, almost like he’s distracted.

“you know confessionals are use done with the person on the other side of the booth so they can keep their anonymity.”

“but then i couldn’t see you father and i wanted to see your reaction as i tell you how i’ve drained the life from those nonbelievers, i did it for you father.”

you put your best puppy eyes on and make your way between his legs, resting your head on his thigh like a dog wanting attention from it’s master.

asirel can feel his dress pants tighten as you move closer to his crotch, still looking up at him with pleading eyes for him to forgive your sins.

“they were nonbelievers?” you nod, the action making him grip your hair more harshly than he meant.

“they made fun of you for spreading the word of god so i killed them and drain the blood from their bodies.” you sit up and climb onto his lap to straddle him in the small box. “i just wanted to be good for you.” you move a stray hair away from his face glancing as his shell shocked expression and smiling.

“i don’t see any sin that needs forgiving my dear.”

“father?” you say in barely above a whisper. “are priests allowed to be inmate?”

“no.”

“if we were inmate..do you think god will forgive you?”

“i don’t know.”

“do you want to take that risk with me?” yours hands take his and guide them to your waist. “all of me?”

for his whole life asirel has been taught to resist these urges and the fact that he is in the church even thinking about betraying his faith like this makes his stomach twist in knots. he looks back up at you, your hair frames your pretty face like a halo of sin, his eyes trail down to the top you’re wearing that is far to low cut.

it isn’t your body that intimidates him— it’s your eyes.

the abnormal crimson color pierces his very soul with thoughts he has always repressed. he feels as though he is under some kind of control.

“give in to the urge father. god may not forgive you but i will. i can be your new religion.”

with your declaration he finally captures your lips with his, wasting no time in take off his clerical collar and unbuttoning his shirt.

“drink from me, my pure blood will cleanse you of any and all sin.”

you smile and trace his now exposed collar bone.

“is this your atonement? you want me to drink from you?”

“yes.”

you lower your head to his now exposed neck and lick a stripe from his collar bone to behind his ear, nipping his ear lobe before your fangs settle into the spot right underneath the edge of his jawbone, a personal preference. you hear asirel let out a low groan as you being drinking his pure blood from him.

your hand trails up his body and stops right beneath his neck, some of his blood drips down and stains your hand a dark red. his groans grow louder and as pretty as they sound, they’re too loud and you push your blood soaked fingers into his mouth to silence him. the metallic taste of his own blood coating his tongue as you gently press down.

“what’s wrong father?” you pull back to look at the mess you’ve made of the faith loving priest, moving your fingers to replacing them with just your thumb holding his tongue down. “bat got your tongue?”

you can’t help but chuckle at your corny as fuck joke as asirel groans beneath you, pulling your attention back to him.

“you look so sinful like this father, why don’t you start praying to your feeble god to ask for forgiveness?”

“our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name…fuck.”

asirel can’t help but drink in your gorgeous, blood covered, form that sits before him and he truly brings to question if this faith of his would ever have something as enticing as you in this so called heaven he preaches so much about. it seems as though that his heaven has come to him.

i took time off in hopes of my mental health getting better, but it only got worse so… also posting cause if i saw one more post about the american presidential election in the zsakuva tag i was gonna scream

.love always <3 pearl

.masterlist

[hardcore-jones]

I'm allergic to sunlight

Asirel x GN!Listener

I'm not the only one that's sick of summer right? RIGHT?? So I wrote a summer fic in the hopes it will end earlier lmao, and if i have to suffer in the sun so does Pet

TWs: Listener being a little mean?, Death and Suicide Mentioned in Passing

It was beyond you how anyone could enjoy the hot and unbearable thing that was the sun. You sat huddled under an umbrella, your sunglasses just barely kept your eyes from frying, a floppy sun hat keeping the majority of the sun off of you. The lounge chair was starting to dig uncomfortably into your skin and you were only one more minor annoyance from abandoning the sand and retreating back to the beach house behind you. Speaking of annoyances... 

Asirel emerged from the salty water, wet hair sticking to his forehead as he deposited his surfboard in the sand. He sauntered over, using a towel to dry himself off. 

"You look so miserable over here, pet. Is your reward not to your liking?" 

"Oh right, bringing a vampire to the brightest place on earth is definitely the type of reward I had in mind." You rolled your eyes, bunching up the linen swimsuit cover tighter around you. 

He sat at the other end of the chair, a hand resting on your knee as you sat criss-crossed. "You've had some fun, I even saw you smiling earlier when you found that starfish. A little vacation after protecting me seemed like quite the fair deal to me." 

Asirel must have felt he needed to overcompensate with the reward after a few men entered the estate with guns, though they barely made it a foot through the door before you were on them in a flurry of bloodlust and rage. It was as if he was saying 'see, you'll get nice things if you keep me safe'. 

"That reminds me, I got you something." The chair squeaked as he leaned over, digging through the beach bag next to you until he freed a book from the bottles of sunscreen and towels. He wiped excess sand off it before passing it to you. "I found this." 

"I swear if this is another copy of Twilight I'll drain you..." You mumbled and grabbed it with a quizzical expression. The book was warm in your hands, bound in red leather with a somewhat faded cover. 

"You told me the title before, but you never told me much about it." 

You turned it over a few times in your hands, stunned as you remembered it. "I read it before I was even turned. Well- I should say I read most of it. I never got to finish it, and I couldn't ever find a copy of it." You pulled your sunglasses down a few inches, staring into his eyes despite the harsh sunlight. "Where did you find this?" 

Asirel seemed unaware of your compulsion, or just unfazed, as if he was expecting it. "I have my ways." 

Damn it. Not a lie, of course, but not exactly the truth. You decided to abandon getting a straight answer. You put your sunglasses back up. "I'll have to read this later. Thank you." 

He smiled, a smirk you often wished you could wipe off his face. "Of course, only the best for you, pet." 

Asirel stretched out, laying against the lower half of the chair with his legs in the sun. "Lunch should be ready soon, if the sun is getting to you we can head inside now." 

You put the book down into your lap. "We can stay a few more minutes." 

"Good," He rested his hands behind his head as he looked out into the ocean. "It's been so many years since I've been here." 

"Hm, really? You have access to a beach house on your own island 24/7 and you just... don't go?" 

"My sister uses it more than I do." He explained. "She's quite the busy body, and travel has always been something she's enjoyed. We came together many times as children, but I just haven't had much desire to return since." 

"Is that when you got your amazing surfing abilities?" 

Asirel glared at you. He was very much not good at surfing. You stopped counting after the fourth wipe out. Your maniacal giggling made him roll his eyes at you. He stood up instead, holding out a hand and helping you to your feet. 

"Let's head in and have some drinks to cool down," Asirel used a spare towel to wrap around you, bunched up around your shoulders. 

"I told you the sun won't kill me, you don't have to cover me." 

"I know," he said, his voice almost drowned out by the waves flowing in. "but I know it's not pleasant." 

Asirel found out from first hand experience the myths surrounding vampires. He came to your room one day, stunned to see you pulling back the thick curtains and peering out the window to the garden below. He rushed over, pulling you away and covering the sun again, demanding to know why you'd try to kill yourself in the sunlight. You could hardly explain the misconception between your laughs. 

He kept a hand wrapped around your shoulder and began to lead you up the path and to the beach house. 

"Why don't we come back when this jet lag wears off? Swimming under the stars sounds much more enjoyable, doesn't it?" 

You could stop the chuckle when you asked, "Will you teach me how to surf then?" 

Asirel rolled his eyes, escorting you into the beach house.

[mskyrathefroggo]

Felt bored and the sketch of them i drew a few months ago was just lying around so why not I joined the pet train

I’ve named my child

Onyx Lilion

Might drop the character lore but whatever

Here they are Onyx

Art work still in progression

[toasted-swirls]

Frisk added

redrew them a little, frisk despite being in place of the first human in swapfell they dont fall first (this is due to timeline thing and if frisk did asirel would be a adult by the time chara fell-) frisk was found by asgore before anyone else and asgore hide them from toriel and raised them as their own child. monster kid liked frisk due to their gental and kind nature while asriel was bitter about having to share with a human. leading to later complaining about frisk to toriel leading to frisk being found and the death of frisk and monster kid. the heart locket is replaced with a star locket to make the save points.

[zsakuva]

Hello King it's me again :)

I want to know the reactions of Cevyk, Asriel, and Xanthus when their listeners tell them "I love you"! (Although I know Xanthus has already confessed, I'm still curious about his reaction if Love had confessed first.)

Thank you~

Cevyk would be amused, and possibly use it to his advantage.

I think Asirel would also be entertained by the idea, but would hold it close to him.

Xanthus would love and be charmed by it. He absolutely wouldn't let them go after that.

[vionnette]

Ngl I like how Asirel just accepted he will get bitten every time pet kisses them

[claiestve]

ꨄ sakuverse tweets ! pt. 6 :

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yes, there is no alex. no, i do not have a reason.

[litmot-archived]

I Hurt You

Asirel Cain x Reader

Asirel's curiosity costs you dearly.

Warnings: tranquillisers, syringes

Asirel was a curious person by nature. He longed to understand things to their very core, and vampires were such a fascinating mystery that he could not help himself but venture down a path of a little experimentation when he stumbled on a gem of information. 

Why you cranked your nose at the clear, faintly blue substance in his vial he did not know, but he wanted to find out. 

“Do you recognize the scent?” he asked, rummaging through the cupboard on the far end of the study and pulling out a sealed syringe. 

You eyed him wearily, sharp eyes following his every move. You could smell the curiosity on him, the wonder of how you would react to what you knew was a strong tranquilizer that would leave your mind hazy and limbs aching for the next week. It had not been designed to be pleasant, and despite your body being locked in paralysis, it had no numbing effect. 

Asirel turned towards you, syringe in hand, and you suppressed the urge to tackle him to the ground right there, tear the hateful object out of his grasp, and curse him for entertaining the idea of running his little experiments on you. 

You glared at him as he tipped the vial, filling the syringe with an amount that could knock you out for a year. 

“Are you serious?” you asked, hiding the shaking in your voice. You did not want to do this. You did not want to have that thing piercing you, a foreign substance cursing through your body that would hurt, simply for him to catalog it in one of his little notebooks. “What do you think you’re doing with that, Asirel?”

He tilted his head, a little annoyed at your protest. “Come on,” he said, clearing the siring of air. “I’ll be careful, I promise. Only a little. I want to know how this refined formula works.”

Oh, refined, was it?

You caught his wrist, looking up at him from your spot on the couch with a dark warning in your eyes. “Don’t,” you said, watching his jaw set.

“This does not work if you do not trust me,” he said, echoing the words he had told you months ago, when you had been caged behind bars, aftereffects of the very thing in his hands turning every breath into a painful nightmare. 

You were thankful to be free, well, as free as you were now. Asirel was good company most of the time. He kept you fed. He kept you entertained. The thought had occurred to you long ago, that you did not want to leave. You were comfortable here, the happiest you had been in a long while as this cautious work relationship between you both branched off into something more occasionally. 

You did not want to lose him over this. You did not want to disappoint him or give him the wrong impression because you did trust him — as hard as that was admitting to yourself. 

You trusted Asirel. 

“Fine,” you muttered, leaning back against the backrest and glancing towards the ceiling briefly before your gaze fixed on him again. You held out your arm, tugging up your sleeve. “Don’t overdo it.”

He took hold of your wrist, and your gaze found the ceiling again as you felt the wet cotton wiping down the crook of your arm. The piercing needle cut through it a moment later. 

You felt the tranquilizer immediately, scorching through your body like a liquid flame. You clenched your hand into a fist, fighting every instinct to pull away as you gasped. 

“How are you feeling?” you heard Asirel ask, his voice crystal clear, cutting through the rushing of blood you heard in your ears. Three minutes. You had about three minutes before it would pull you under, and knock you out for about twenty minutes. 

“On fire,” you told him truthfully, turning your head to look at him. You were not deluded enough to mistake the concentrated look on his face for concern — he was curious. “Burning. Feels like fire is eating me up, pulling me under.”

He nodded to himself, and to your horror, pushed the plunger further down. “Did the heat intensify?”

“Hurts,” you breathed, squirming in pain as the fire shot through you with renewed vigor. “Hurts, hurts.” A minute left now maybe. 

Asiel frowned. “Did you hear me?” he asked, leaning closer until your painfulled eyes fixed on him again, vision swimming. “Did the heat intensify?” 

You groaned, the low sound turning into a scream as you felt the fire licking at you again. Below the rushing of your own blood, and the static pulling taut around you, you thought you heard a surge in Asirel’s heartbeat. 

You were not sure if the panicked “Pet!” cutting through the room came from your imagination, or if Asirel realized he had pushed too far. Distantly, you realized the syringe was no longer buried in your skin. Distantly, you realized your hand had shot out to grip the little coffee table beside the couch. 

Distantly, you realized you had flung it at Asirel, successfully getting him to back off. 

You did not see his eyes widen, but you thought you heard his heart skip a beat again as he saw it approach.

He hissed in pain, the sound piercing through your haze as you realized you had hurt him. The thought did not sting. He had hurt you as well, the fire coursing through you turned into a haze of feeling that was only kept at bay by the rage his betrayal evoked in you. 

Blindly, you reached out a hand towards him, realizing you had gripped his throat only after you felt the fluttering beating of his heart under the pads of your fingers. He gasped, but you did not have time to take in the distinct scent of fear, nor wonder if your instincts followed the right course of action, before he smashed a needle into your heart, emptying the tranquilizer in an instant. 

Your grip loosened as your body went limp immediately. With your last conscious thought, you wondered how long the mixture would keep you under the surface. A day? A month? A year? 

Asirel gasped, cradling his throat as he looked down at your limp form, pretending he did not hear the strangled whimper of terror slipping past your throat, pretending he did not see the single tear leaking from your eye as the chemicals pulled you under. 

You Hurt Me