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Peanut Butter - Metal
Main entry
Timeframe : 1274
“Hold still.” Kairn’s standing over the table, red-tipped iron in hand, trying to ascertain, with gently probing fingers, if the patch of skin on Sethan’s back is properly numb.
“I’m trying,” says Sethan, teeth chattering along with the constant shudder that’s taken hold of the rest of him.
“She’s not back already, is she?”
“If she was, you would know.” He’s gripping the edge of the table with trembling hands. “Would you hurry up before she is?”
“I-it’s going to hurt.” Just thinking about it is making his stomach turn.
“Not half as much as her miserable shrieking. Get on with it.”
“Y-you really should be asking Reida to do this. I mean, she’d probably even enjoy-”
“I’m going to do it myself in a moment if you don’t.” Kairn dodges the hand Sethan pries from the table to reach for the iron.
“All right, all right.” He holds Sethan by the shoulder, grits his teeth, and half shuts his eyes as if that might stop him from really seeing it. Sethan throws his head back with a howl as the metal hits his flesh. There’s a horrid, burning stench, and Kairn barely holds onto his lunch, but when he pulls back, there it is, a perfect seal.
“If this doesn’t hold,” he tells an even more violently shaking Sethan, as he reaches for the salve, “we’re going back to henna. I am not doing that to you again.”
Main entry
Timeframe : 1274
“Hold still.” Kairn’s standing over the table, red-tipped iron in hand, trying to ascertain, with gently probing fingers, if the patch of skin on Sethan’s back is properly numb.
“I’m trying,” says Sethan, teeth chattering along with the constant shudder that’s taken hold of the rest of him.
“She’s not back already, is she?”
“If she was, you would know.” He’s gripping the edge of the table with trembling hands. “Would you hurry up before she is?”
“I-it’s going to hurt.” Just thinking about it is making his stomach turn.
“Not half as much as her miserable shrieking. Get on with it.”
“Y-you really should be asking Reida to do this. I mean, she’d probably even enjoy-”
“I’m going to do it myself in a moment if you don’t.” Kairn dodges the hand Sethan pries from the table to reach for the iron.
“All right, all right.” He holds Sethan by the shoulder, grits his teeth, and half shuts his eyes as if that might stop him from really seeing it. Sethan throws his head back with a howl as the metal hits his flesh. There’s a horrid, burning stench, and Kairn barely holds onto his lunch, but when he pulls back, there it is, a perfect seal.
“If this doesn’t hold,” he tells an even more violently shaking Sethan, as he reaches for the salve, “we’re going back to henna. I am not doing that to you again.”