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[teetheyes]

Having this thing in my cell brings back memories.

Just book me already, for fuck's sake.

[ooc: Open action for Fables characters, regular network post for everyone else.]

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[Displeased Bluebird]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Holy shit, Blue. He doubles over, lacking the usually superhuman ability to endure pain.]

Fuck.

[Displeased Bluebird]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[He takes a step forward, and puts his hand on his hip]

Do you want to change your answer?

[Displeased Bluebird]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[He points at Blue from the ground.]

You want me to.

I'm already a little fucked up. Take it or leave it.

[Displeased Bluebird]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

No.

[his voice starts to shake]

There's more to this, or less to this, but it's not because it's that you're a nightmare.

[He stops, and his voice is really shaking]

There isn't a reason, is there?

[Displeased Bluebird]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I just wanted to. He was there and I wanted it.

[Displeased Bluebird]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[Fuck you. And by that, have another baseball bat swing to the ribs]

You bastard! You thoughtless, inconsiderate, idiotic asshole!

[Oh, you made him swear. There are tears there, too, if you look closely]

[Displeased Bluebird]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Oh there's a crack of his rib, that hurts. That hurts a lot. Cori growls, taking his beating without much of a fight.]

[Displeased Bluebird]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[He gives him a couple of kicks, but he's crying, and after another couple more, there isn't much heart in it]

You just...

...how....

You just....

[He tosses the baseball bat aside]

I can't...you did this, how am I supposed to forgive this, Cori?

What am I supposed to do?

[Displeased Bluebird]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[He coughs and this time there's a bit of blood flecking on the floor from his mouth. Cori doesn't answer either because there is no answer he can give. The problem being, he isn't sorry to Kay. At all.]

[Displeased Bluebird]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[Blue tosses the baseball bat at Cori, but there isn't a lot of heart in it, and it might go wide]

You made me question my loyalty. In twelve hundred years, Cori, I've never done that.

And you made me....

[He can't finish. He puts his face in his hand]

Dimwitted. That's what I was.

[Displeased Bluebird]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[He covers his face anyway, luckily the bat clatters to the side.]

You're not dimwitted.

[That's all he has to say, because that's what Cori does know.]

[Displeased Bluebird]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[There's crying, and it's not strong, just....crying.]

I am. I keep falling in love; and everyone I love hurts me. You'd think I'd have learned that by now.

[Displeased Bluebird]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[...The nightmare just looks away at that statement.]

[Displeased Bluebird]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[He sits there, in the quiet, for a long time]

Cori...

[He sits up]

I need you to take your shirt off.

[Displeased Bluebird]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

What.

[Now he's genuinely confused.]

[Displeased Bluebird]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Take your shirt off.

Please.

[Displeased Bluebird]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Eyes on the sword then back to Blue.]

Why?

[But see he's taking his shirt off anyway. And there are definitely bruises on his ribs.]

[Displeased Bluebird]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[He moves forward, and reaches for the bar in Cori's nipple, taking it off carefully, more slowly than normal because he's only got one hand.]

I-I told you that if you acted like a dog, I would...

[He can't finish.]

[Displeased Bluebird]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Oh hell no. Not that. It is true to say Cori sort of freezes.]

[Displeased Bluebird]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[He looks at Cori, right in the face]

You knew. You knew, Cori.

[Displeased Bluebird]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I know...

[The problem is, he can't even bring himself to look Blue in the eyes.]

[Displeased Bluebird]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Give me a solution.

[He's desperate, Cori; he feels like everything is going to hell]

[Displeased Bluebird]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I can't give that to you. I fucked up. Let him come to me.

[Displeased Bluebird]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[Blue turns away. His face isn't angry anymore; it's miserable, like someone took his heart away]

I still love you.

[And he hates himself, for being in love. He stands up, but doesn't leave quite yet]

[Displeased Bluebird]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[His brow furrows when he hears that.... but to return the words. Who knows if it's for the worse or for the better. So he doesn't say anything and turns his gaze to the ground.]