[Had he not warned Vergilius to restrain himself? It seems that alone was not enough, but it takes nothing more than suffering a death at the hands of this man to sever any reservations Lobelia had. Surely Vergilius can't expect him to contain himself when he's being treated so kindly, so sweetly, his heart held in his lover's hand and swaddled in his unrelenting vicegrip and mashed to bits.
What's more, the familiar feeling of having his ribs pulverized and crushed calls him back to that moment of intimacy they indulged in together, how special it was to writhe in agony while being held by his special person.
This time, the agony burns all the hotter, all the air forced from his lungs as he's knocked to his knees. He doesn't rasp for air so much as he moans, looking up at Vergilius with that damp-eyed, loving gaze of his, sputtering out blood as vivid and red as those burning eyes.]
H-ehβ ehehβ! Know some restraint... Mon amour.
[Mon amour. Je t'aime. Do you hate it, Vergilius? He'll say it over and over again until you can't stand the sound of it.]
cw violence, nsfwish................... it's all crystal's fault
What's more, the familiar feeling of having his ribs pulverized and crushed calls him back to that moment of intimacy they indulged in together, how special it was to writhe in agony while being held by his special person.
This time, the agony burns all the hotter, all the air forced from his lungs as he's knocked to his knees. He doesn't rasp for air so much as he moans, looking up at Vergilius with that damp-eyed, loving gaze of his, sputtering out blood as vivid and red as those burning eyes.]
H-ehβ ehehβ! Know some restraint... Mon amour.
[Mon amour. Je t'aime. Do you hate it, Vergilius? He'll say it over and over again until you can't stand the sound of it.]