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[cagedinflesh]

lockets, compasses or action! or whatever else really

fun roulette, which personality will it be, you just can't know
unless you do know who you want, then say so

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I don't know what.

[Is he sulking a bit.

Maybe.

JEKYLL DOESN'T LIKE HIS KISSING]

[cagedinflesh]

--Ah, no, what I mean is that it was quite good, in fact!

[PANIC

NO DORIAN HE LIKES YOUR KISSING REALLY HE'S JUST A WEENIE]

[depicted]

Don't say that just to appease my pride, Dr Jekyll.

[SO OFFENDED HE IS GOING FULL ON VICTORIAN REBUKE THERE]

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No, truly, I would not tell you such a lie! You must forgive me, I simply do not have the wherewithall to express myself!

[NO DON'T CALL HIM DR JEKYLL]

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[HE WILL HE WILL CALL HIM DR JEKYLL THAT IS HOW DISPLEASED HE IS.

how strange, the side-effects of being murdered by someone you like]

How should I believe you?

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I would kiss you again if you would allow me!

[depicted]

[Dorian opens his mouth to reply—

And his expression collapses. Dorian's breathing stops, staggers. His palm cover his mouth, his fingers his eyes. He is trying very hard not to start sobbing again.]

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[Berserker jumps at that reaction, not sure what he's done, but knowing it must be something terrible. He reaches for Dorian, to steady him.]

Oh, no, Dorian- what is it, I'm sorry, what ever I have done, I'm sorry!

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[For the second time, Dorian breaks down. This time he tries to hide his face in his hand. It hurts so much, and he keeps sobbing. But it just won't stop hurting. Dorian grips at Jekyll's jacket, trying to steady himself, trying to breathe.

His eyes. His eyes. It's the green of Jekyll's eyes.

Dorian manages to choke out three words:] Give me Hyde.

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[Immediately he puts his arms around Dorian to help. One hand on the back of his shoulder, the other at his hair.

But the request shakes Jekyll, his eyes widen, more green than ever.]

-What? Are you certain, I do not wish to encourage him by seeking the transformation any longer...

[He bites his lip. But as he looks at Dorian, he knows it must be that it would help in some way. He doesn't know how. But he so wants to do right by Dorian, and to fix whatever has happened just now, that he concedes without another word.

As the change begins, he draws back suddenly with a sharp pain in his head, a hand shooting to his hair for it. He lurches, almost as if he would be sick, and there is a small sound to acknowledge the pain, but at least it isn't the screaming of before. And it's shorter, only a moment before he straightens and opens his eyes again to red.]

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[In the time it takes for Jekyll to transform, Dorian has mastered his sobbing. He is still breathing heavily now, almost as if he has just stopped after some great exertion, and his eyes have only just begun to heal the red cracks of broken blood vessels.

But Berserker's eyes are red.

On a weighted breath, Dorian smiles.] Good. Hello again, Edward.

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[Hyde returns the smile, closing the gap that was created.]

Hello, Dorian. How good to see you. I was hoping you might ask for me.

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[Let him come closer. Dorian won't flinch back now. Those damned eyes are all he needs to focus himself. He speaks to them, sweet notes, breathy as a clarinet, pleased as a cat.] Were you? How sweet. What do you imagine I asked you to me for?

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Oh, I imagine to chastise me for something or other, but I care not; long as I may look upon this art, listen to your music, I am glad for any purpose.

[depicted]

'Chastise' is a pretty word. But I suppose it fits.

[When he grabs Edward Hyde's neck, he is not half so gentle as he was with Jekyll.] I can't really hurt you, after all. Isn't that so? We aren't even of the same domain. It wouldn't matter to you if I drove my sword through your stomach. I imagine you'd barely feel it as a distraction.

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[Hyde grins, surrendering himself to it entirely. It could be fun.]

Just so. Even Jekyll was unharmed by your attack on his throat, and he is far more weak. Your sword is of no consequence to me, even my clothes shall restitch themselves - would you like to?

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I'm thinking about it. But I don't really want to beat you into submission, even if it were possible.

[He considers Hyde's eyes from another angle. Hyde's eyes, and his face, and his terrible smile.]

Rather, I want you to submit to me beating you.

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I am already submitting myself to you.

[He eases his smile into something less villainous, still not Jekyll, but at least more genuine.]

What next?

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[Dorian draws his cutlass. But he doesn't turn the edge towards Hyde. Too sharp. Too merciful. Turning it in his hand, he grips the hilt such that he can use the pommel.]

Kneel.

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[It tugs at the corners of his mouth. He appreciates this, really. And so he does as he's told, clasping his hands behind his back.]

Anything for you.

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Good.

[So Dorian raises his sword up. He feels the weight of the blade and his arm and the hilt, all on his fist's grip. He feels the potential in the pommel's rounded ending. He feels nothing at all.

And he drives the sword down.

Again and again, again and again and again, he takes all the weight of a weapon and gravity and brings it down on Hyde's face. And he doesn't care if nothing breaks or stays broken, he doesn't care if there is blood or bone, he just takes satisfaction in the doing of it. In the feeling of all that weight slamming into Edward Hyde without mercy for him.]

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[There is blood, there are cracks, but it all heals with ease. After all, he is a Servant with a Master, and an incredibly strong one at that. Lucifer's prana goes to work, again and again, until the boy is finished. Endlessly without question. And if anything, Hyde enjoys it. Not only for the sensation, but to watch Dorian so brutal. His blood rushes, and he grins, absolutely smitten with another monster.]

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[Dorian is not done until he is panting with the effort, until every breath offers a violence to his own lungs. Only then does he stop, with blood on the metal of his hilt, on the skin of his knuckles. Only then does he draw away and turn his back on this disgusting creature.]

Leave. Now. I'm done.

[He doesn't wait for Hyde's reply. Dorian calls for Íde, and the creature comes to him, her steps uneasy as she looks at the thing behind Dorian. But Dorian strokes her mane, reassures her. And he doesn't once look back before he flies away.]