forum You'll See Just How Crazy I Can Be (rp with Icefire, feel free to stalk!)

Started July 08, 2020 by @ElderGodSwimwithGamers group

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He didn't look up, shaking his head again.

"Okay, then. We can wait to get back until you're ready." Derlik looked away, staying sat on the ground.

He was still shaking, biting his lip and taking deep breaths.

Derlik did pay attention to Nik, make sure he didn't do anything to himself and stayed safe. He'd wait however long he needed to.

He eventually started to calm down a bit more.

Derlik perked up some when he saw Nik calming down.
"Feeling better?"

Nik shrugged faintly.

The god let out a soft breath, looking away.
"We should get back soon," he finally noted.

He nodded a tiny bit, standing up and holding onto his bag.

Derlik stood as well, keeping an eye on Nik.
"Here, it's this way."

Nik followed him quietly, head ducked and a little subdued.

Derlik kept to Nik's side, not really walking in front of him. He figured the man needed to feel like he needed some control at the moment.

Nik was quiet as he walked, not looking at Derlik.

Derlik didn't say anything as he led Nik into the trees. He let his hands slip into his pockets, pressing the ex against his hand because of it.

The ex let out a tiny sound of pain, twitching and squirming faintly. Nik didn't hear, too wrapped up in his own head.

Derlik glanced over to make ure Nik hadn't noticed. When he was sure the man hadn't, he pressed his thumb into the man's head to keep him quiet.

Nik was quiet, still walking beside Derlik.

It wasn't long until they were back in the clearing.
"Is there anything I can do for you?" Derlik asked softly.

He shrugged faintly, sitting down on the boulder and curling his knees up to his chest, leaning his chin onto his knees and wrapping his arms around his legs.

Derlik sat down on the other side of the boulder, his back to Nik. He pulled his hands out of his pockets, taking the man out with them.

The man was trembling, his broken body bleeding and painful. He whimpered faintly, staring up at Derlik.

Derlik looked down at the man, apathetic to his pain. Instead, he let his fingers curl around the man, squeezing. He kept it slow, kept it painful, and drew it out as long as he could.

Arthur cried out, writhing in pain in Derlik's hand. "Please." He gasped. "Please."

Derlik glanced over to make sure Nik wasn't looking, turning back to the man in his fist.
Is that what Nik said? He hissed into the man's mind, not risking Nik hearing him. Is that what he cried out when you would hurt him?

"No. N-no he never made a sound." The man gasped out, whimpering.

Then perhaps you should be more like him. Derlik kept squeezing, his fingers curling tightly around the man. When would he stop? When would he be satisfied? Then the man was nothing more than a red pulp in his palm?

The man cried out again, unable to contain it.

Derlik held back a soft hum as he held the man in his ever-tightening fist. Finally, though, he let go, letting the man drop into his lap.

The man whimpered and let out faint sobs, trembling and twitching.

Derlik hummed softly then, laying his hand on top of the man. He ran his thumb over the smaller man's back, calm.