It doesn't react to his words, but presses on his chest with invisible force to keep him down, on his back where it can peer down into his eyes and see him. He isn't exactly what it wants of him yet, but he will be.
Him it does touch, long sharp limbs piercing and pinning him to the ground as it forces itself into the cracks of his mind, heedless of the damage it might cause there. He'll feel an edge softly tracing a line down his abdomen, sharp enough that it takes a second for the pain to hit as it peels him open to see what's inside.
There are things moving beneath his skin, lifting soft wet parts of him out into the sunlight for the first time and placing them on his chest, where he can see the pile grow and feel the heat of his own lifeblood soaking back into him.
If Tim lasts long enough, he may even feel its touch on the inside of his spine.]
tw: gore, much gore, death
It doesn't react to his words, but presses on his chest with invisible force to keep him down, on his back where it can peer down into his eyes and see him. He isn't exactly what it wants of him yet, but he will be.
Him it does touch, long sharp limbs piercing and pinning him to the ground as it forces itself into the cracks of his mind, heedless of the damage it might cause there. He'll feel an edge softly tracing a line down his abdomen, sharp enough that it takes a second for the pain to hit as it peels him open to see what's inside.
There are things moving beneath his skin, lifting soft wet parts of him out into the sunlight for the first time and placing them on his chest, where he can see the pile grow and feel the heat of his own lifeblood soaking back into him.
If Tim lasts long enough, he may even feel its touch on the inside of his spine.]