Reach Up High - Prompt I: Jesus Wept [LIMIT 1] cw: torture Currently, Setsuna only has four sins left on his sins list, but that doesn't keep him safe.
Especially because he's curious and just had to investigate the noise, and new room. Normally, he avoids certain things in Hell, but the idea someone might be in danger had his attention. Of course, that only puts him in danger, and at the mercy of any other poor soul that might get wrangled into this.
"He sure likes to fucking talk a lot, doesn't he?" Setsuna mutters in the middle of Lucifer's explanation. "I like him and all, but I need to tell him he rambles! We get the point already!"
Not that he's found of someone else causing him damage, but fighting these scenarios never goes well, and he thinks he can handle it. Maybe. His eyes look over the table, and immediately drift away. He tugs at the hooks already holding onto him, just in case, and that just hurts, pulling his skin from his body.
"Fuck.... Never mind that. Think you can handle this?"
Reach Up High - Prompt II: Let's Play a Game [LIMIT 2] Spare a Pint cw: self-mutilation, blood It doesn't matter if the other person trapped with him wants to, Setsuna just shoves his hand in the device without a thought. He hasn't been the best person of late, so maybe he's just a little bit careless with himself. He hisses a little and winces his eyes shut, but he's not slow about it.
Blood drips into his jar pretty quickly.
"You want out of here, or not?"
Reach Up High - Prompt II: Let's Play a Game [LIMIT 1] Free the Angel cw: self-sacrificing mind-set, blood, pain, possible ripping apart a body He's been here before, only the situation was flipped, with a friend of his suspended in the air. He was the one on the other side, and knows the deep, muscle intensity kind of pain the acid brings on personally.
This time, he feels the discomfort of the device piercing into his flesh, ready to snap his ribs apart if this goes to long. He can hear the ticking the timer. His heart starts to beat, loud and quick.
"Don't do this on my account!" Setsuna feels he needs to shout down to the other person. "I can handle this."
He doesn't realize the other person will be hurt if they fail, and that he probably can't deal with.
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Setsuna Mudou | Angel Sanctuary | OTA, character is under 18 - warnings in prompts
cw: torture
Currently, Setsuna only has four sins left on his sins list, but that doesn't keep him safe.
Especially because he's curious and just had to investigate the noise, and new room. Normally, he avoids certain things in Hell, but the idea someone might be in danger had his attention. Of course, that only puts him in danger, and at the mercy of any other poor soul that might get wrangled into this.
"He sure likes to fucking talk a lot, doesn't he?" Setsuna mutters in the middle of Lucifer's explanation. "I like him and all, but I need to tell him he rambles! We get the point already!"
Not that he's found of someone else causing him damage, but fighting these scenarios never goes well, and he thinks he can handle it. Maybe. His eyes look over the table, and immediately drift away. He tugs at the hooks already holding onto him, just in case, and that just hurts, pulling his skin from his body.
"Fuck.... Never mind that. Think you can handle this?"
Reach Up High - Prompt II: Let's Play a Game [LIMIT 2]
Spare a Pint
cw: self-mutilation, blood
It doesn't matter if the other person trapped with him wants to, Setsuna just shoves his hand in the device without a thought. He hasn't been the best person of late, so maybe he's just a little bit careless with himself. He hisses a little and winces his eyes shut, but he's not slow about it.
Blood drips into his jar pretty quickly.
"You want out of here, or not?"
Reach Up High - Prompt II: Let's Play a Game [LIMIT 1]
Free the Angel
cw: self-sacrificing mind-set, blood, pain, possible ripping apart a body
He's been here before, only the situation was flipped, with a friend of his suspended in the air. He was the one on the other side, and knows the deep, muscle intensity kind of pain the acid brings on personally.
This time, he feels the discomfort of the device piercing into his flesh, ready to snap his ribs apart if this goes to long. He can hear the ticking the timer. His heart starts to beat, loud and quick.
"Don't do this on my account!" Setsuna feels he needs to shout down to the other person. "I can handle this."
He doesn't realize the other person will be hurt if they fail, and that he probably can't deal with.
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