[ His heavy breathing not as sharp, letting Theo's newfound increased power work its way through, the same way Teddie's — to some extent, his mothers' — spells would, when their son felt himself getting too much out of control. There isn't talks of medication in his time like there is for someone like Theo, or the many others living in the equivalent of Saltburn's future, not its past, so it's really all he can cling to, and it's still not enough. Not right now, when Saltburn itself has taken the rot of the Wrath sigil and made it exponentially more infectious. Dom reaches across his own chest to grab Theo's arm, urgency in his quasi-mirror eyes. More than that: the threat of something that's on its last steps to becoming inevitable. ]
I want to hurt you. I've— I've wanted to hurt you for a long time. When we were dancing, every time you came here to — to fuck me. I want to hurt you. I want to see your blood and know it was me. I want to be the one who takes it from you. It keeps talking to me and I've been pushing it away, but now—
[ But now Theo is here, and the beast is half-out of Dom, gripping Theo too tight, and Sully told him to obey it. It sounds insane, it is, and it's exactly how everyone has been acting around him, so what's the difference anymore? Dom leans away from the wall, skin flushed around his eyes, probably the picture of everything Julian warned the others about. ]
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[ His heavy breathing not as sharp, letting Theo's newfound increased power work its way through, the same way Teddie's — to some extent, his mothers' — spells would, when their son felt himself getting too much out of control. There isn't talks of medication in his time like there is for someone like Theo, or the many others living in the equivalent of Saltburn's future, not its past, so it's really all he can cling to, and it's still not enough. Not right now, when Saltburn itself has taken the rot of the Wrath sigil and made it exponentially more infectious. Dom reaches across his own chest to grab Theo's arm, urgency in his quasi-mirror eyes. More than that: the threat of something that's on its last steps to becoming inevitable. ]
I want to hurt you. I've— I've wanted to hurt you for a long time. When we were dancing, every time you came here to — to fuck me. I want to hurt you. I want to see your blood and know it was me. I want to be the one who takes it from you. It keeps talking to me and I've been pushing it away, but now—
[ But now Theo is here, and the beast is half-out of Dom, gripping Theo too tight, and Sully told him to obey it. It sounds insane, it is, and it's exactly how everyone has been acting around him, so what's the difference anymore? Dom leans away from the wall, skin flushed around his eyes, probably the picture of everything Julian warned the others about. ]
Fight me.