snowe and xiri have a bad time (unfinished)

[09:18 PM] Prince Snowe is in the kitchen, at the moment! He's doing the dishes. Again, with big rubber gloves on to keep his bandages dry. And he's hummin all the while, looking pleased as punch getting the dishes all sparkly clean.
[09:22 PM] Xiri ... was in the games, was dead, was crying and being comforted by a new friend, his entire being-- from core to heart to head-- filling up with sorrow after sorrow until they leaked right our his eyes, choked his tongue and left him a mess of incomplete thoughts and homesickness.

And now he's back in the place he's been living, and it's still in him, and there's still tears on his cheeks, and he's still so, so homesick and tongue-tied, and he stumbles up the stairs, breathing hard and cheeks flushed and wet, and cries out, hoarsely, "Snowe? Snowe? P-please, Snowe..." Please, he can't lose you, please come to him he can't lose any more people he loves, he just wants--
[09:24 PM] Prince Snowe thinks he hears Xiri, and- oh no, something sounds wrong. Snowe quickly shuts off the sink and sheds the gloves, just dumping them right in the sink before hustling out of the kitchen. "X-Xiri??" Aaaand then he spots him coming from the basement and [b]oh no[/b] he looks so upset?? "Xiri!"

Snowe quickly moves over to him, puts his bandaged hands on the demon's arms, fretting immensely. "Xiri, oh my God, what happened??"
[09:27 PM] Xiri whimpers, and then sobs, throwing his arms around Snowe, and whines fragments of words, and smells faintly of Artyom's tropical-flavored hookah, green and sweet and clinging to his hair and his hands (that have fresh tooth marks all over them, freshly, pinkly healed but also freshly inflicted), and his hands are clinging to Snowe's shirt as the demon tucks himself against him, hunched up and shivering.

Someone is not having a good evening.
[09:28 PM] Prince Snowe: Oh!!
[09:29 PM] Prince Snowe makes a soft noise and... and gathers Xiri into his arms as best he can- sure, the demon is pretty skinny, but he's comparatively quite a bit bulkier than Snowe is, so it takes a bit of effort. "Xiri..." He says quietly, and holds his demon tight, hugging him close, "Whats the matter...?"

And also... "... And what's that smell?"
[09:31 PM] Xiri whines, softly, "Missed you-- the games--" and kisses Snowe's neck, in the least codependent manner possible, really. "Miss-- miss home, miss Zilia, miss--" Sniffle sniffle. He misses everything. He wants to go home. He misses the flowers and the warmth and the way curtains hang in doorways and Zilia singing to him as he lay with his head in her lap...
[09:33 PM] Prince Snowe whines too, because Xiri is so upset, and... and Snowe can't do anything. He doesn't know what to do!! He's never had to comfort anyone like this before... Not to mention, he can't rectify any of this. Except Xiri missing him, but... but that's probably really minor, next to the rest.

"X-Xiri, let's... lets sit down, okay?" He says quietly, and tries to- sort of- steer Xiri over to the couch, while still holding him, so they can sit and hug instead.
[09:35 PM] Xiri is pliant, going wherever Snowe leads him, red lashes clumping and darkened by tears and true sorrow (and a hint of queasiness) on his face as he settles on the couch.
[09:36 PM] Prince Snowe gathers Xiri up further, to hold him tight, trying to recline a bit on the couch so the demon can lay against him. "If I c-could get you home, I would, I p-promise..." He murmurs regretfully, "I'm sorry... It's probably m-my fault you're stuck here."
[09:37 PM] Xiri is QUITE HAPPY to lean against Snowe, curling close and koala clinging like his life depends on it, muffling his harsh breathing into Snowe's chest. "Just-- don't leave me--" he whispers, hoarse and thick with tears, and rubs his face weakly against Snowe's torso.
[09:40 PM] Prince Snowe whiiines, and gives his demon a squeeze- "I won't, I w-won't, Xiri, I promise..." He says, and presses a kiss to Xiri's hair. "I'm right here, it's okay... I'm n-not going anywhere, I promise."
[09:43 PM] Xiri does... does manage to relax a little, sighing, fingers letting go just a smidge and just pressing his cheek to Snowe's body. "... okay," he breathes, after a second, and the tears start to dry up.

SORRY ABOUT THAT SNOWE. HE GOT ONTO A BAD THOUGHTTRAIN.
[09:44 PM] Prince Snowe wants to try and distract his demon's bad brain, hopes he can... So he asks, hoping to provide a distraction, and very much hoping it won't just make it worse, "T-Tell me about Zilia..? You've mentioned her before..."

Also, that name is familiar. Where had he heard it before...
[09:57 PM] Xiri says, softly, "The-- the demon that made me. She's my friend."
[09:57 PM] Xiri snIFFLE SNIFFLE...
[09:58 PM] Prince Snowe makes a soft sound, "Heh, almost like a mom, then?" He half-jokes, and kisses Xiri's hair. "C-C'mon, tell me about her... What's sh-she like?
[09:58 PM] Prince Snowe: "
[10:00 PM] Xiri says, softly, "She took-- took care of me-- and would sing to me... she... she made me to fight the lords, but she loved me..." Ahhh, god, he misses her so much... "I-- I haven't seen her since Soan called me..."
[10:02 PM] Prince Snowe thinks that sounds exactly like a mom- at least, like what a mom should be. Like what Vera is like. Like what he pretended his mother was, under all those spells. "I'm s-sorry..." He whispers, nuzzling his demon's hair, "I wish I c-could take you back to her, Xiri, I r-really do..."
[10:04 PM] Xiri mumbles, softly, "... She would like you. I like you. I love you. You-- you love me too, right?" and looks up at Snowe, with big, wet, glowing eyes, teeth digging into his lower lip.
[10:04 PM] Prince Snowe oh no
[10:08 PM] Prince Snowe can't... can't say he loves Xiri, he really can't. He likes Xiri an awful lot, cares about him so, so much, wants him to be happy... He's felt guilty, even, that he couldn't say if he loved Xiri, with how often Xiri says it to him, and with how they've been having sex... People are supposed to love each other when they have sex, aren't they?

"I-" God, fuck, this is the worst time to not say yes, he doesn't want to make Xiri feel worse, but- but he can't lie to him, either, that'd be monstrous... He can't give Xiri a false hope like that. So, instead, Snowe ends up stammering, and averting his eyes from Xiri's, his face going a bit pale.
[10:11 PM] Xiri had been looking for reassurance, because-- he-- he had assumed-- of course Snowe loves him, how could he not? They needed each other, Xiri needed Snowe, Snowe was everything to him here, everything, [b]everything[/b], he could not love Snowe like he could not breathe, but-- then--

He makes a little broken sound, and shrinks into a miserable ball, away from Snowe, on the far end of the couch, half his hand stuffed into his mouth and wild, unkempt dark magic seeping up around him as he turns his face away.
[10:14 PM] Prince Snowe's heart plummets, and oh no, oh [b]no[/b], this is what he was afraid of, but- but he couldn't lie, he- "No, no, Xiri, no..." He says, and tries to close the distance between them again, "Xiri, please, I-I-"

He scoots close, trying to put his arms around the demon, guilt all over his face. "I'm sorry, Xiri, but... but please, I care about you, I d-do!"
[10:17 PM] Xiri tries to shrug him off, shivering, the magic seeping out of him pushing at Snowe-- no, he-- he doesn't-- he wants Snowe, he loves Snowe, but he can't, his head is all fucked up right now--
[10:18 PM] Prince Snowe doesn't consider the possibility that maybe he should back off because no, no Xiri is right here and he is upset and Snowe just hurt him when he was already sad, Snowe is absolutely sure he needs to rectify this. So, he does his best to push against, push past that magic, trying to touch him, to- to rub his back, at the very least. "Xiri, please..." He begs, voice quiet, "You're important to me, p-please don't push me away..!"
[10:27 PM] Xiri is hurt, he's hurting, he feels miserable-- light-headed and hungry and vaguely sick and all fogged up-- and it was fun, for a while, to feel soft and happy, soft and open to feeling good, but it had all gone so bad and it hurts now and he's trying to push Snowe away and his magic, his core, is starting to stretch out into the push--

He has one hand's knuckles scraping against his teeth, blood staining both pale teeth and pale fingers, and the other hand pushing weakly against Snowe's chest, and the darkness wraps roughly around Snowe's throat, caressing up his cheeks and down across his collarbones and pulling him back, away, away from Xiri.
[10:45 PM] Prince Snowe is startled at the sight of blood, and he tries to reach for Xiri's wrist, tries to say something, but before he can, suddenly dark magic wraps around his throat, making him choke, shoving him away. "Gk- X-Xiri!" He gasps, and squirms, hands scrabbling at the darkness at his neck, trying to push it off of him, "P-Please, I- hkk- I- I d-didn't..!"
[10:49 PM] Xiri doesn't even know what's happening until he looks up, and then he doesn't seem to register it for a long, long moment--

Then he makes a soft, startled noise, and goes, "No, no, I love you--" and grabs at the darkness with his own hands, lunging towards Snowe, pressing him to the floor and pulling the magic away, chewed fingers leaving drops and smears of blood on Snowe's throat and cheeks, until he rolls away, breathless and sobbing, to lay flat on the floor beside his Snowe, shadows still curling around his bloody fingers as he lifts them to chew some more.
[10:54 PM] Prince Snowe's eyes have welled up with tears, and not just from emotion, when Xiri looks at him and just stares for a too-long moment- and then Xiri's helping him, even if hes pushed to the floor with a thump and a slightly strangled sound, before the demon finally rips the magic from him, allowing Snowe to gasp for breath, laying his hands over his own throat almost protectively as he catches his breath, face flushed with effort.

And then, once he's sure he's no longer being strangled, Snowe pushes himself upright, and goes right to Xiri again... if a bit more cautiously this time, not going straight to touching him. "X-Xiri..." He says, his voice sounding hoarse suddenly, and he very carefully reaches his hands out to try and grab the demon's wrists, to try and pull his hands from his mouth. "S-Stop that, you're h-hurting yourself..."
[10:25 PM] Xiri lets his wrists be grabbed, grabs Snowe's wrists back, and scratches at Snowe's forearms, in a desperately unhappy bid for control over his own limbs, face twisted in emotional agony. "You-- you don't even love me back," he whines, "You begged to know if I loved you, and you never even loved me back, I-- I thought--" He'd thought--

"How could you d-DO this to me?" he sobs, and wrenches a hand away from Snowe's grip, and hits him, sloppily but hard, across the cheek.
[10:36 PM] Prince Snowe hisses slightly at the scratching at his arms, immediately letting go of Xiri, but it's a little too late for that by now, lines forming in irritated red on the pale skin of his forearms. But what's more painful is what Xiri says to him, the things he points out, and Snowe's heart plummets- fuck, what's wrong with him? Is he really so selfish, so terrible? He really did only care about his own feelings in it all, didn't he? He never considered where Xiri was coming from, his needs-

Snowe yelps when he's hit- not quite a punch or a slap, but Xiri's hand and knuckles and nails meet Snowe's face hard, causing the boy to fall over against the ground. He pushes himself up on one elbow, bringing a slightly trembling hand to his cheek, which is already getting angry and red with angry welting lines across his cheek.

"I- I-I'm..." He whimpers, slowly, hesitantly sitting up, with wide, frightened, and guilty eyes, so green like his mother's, looking pleadingly at Xiri. "I didn't- I w-wasn't..." wasn't thinking, wasn't trying, wasn't even considering...

"X-Xiri... p-please..." He doesn't even know what he's pleading for- forgiveness? condemnation? to just not hit him again? Whatever it is, still with one hand over his bruising cheek, he tries to move closer to the demon again, even more hesitantly before as he tries to reach a hand towards Xiri. "I-I'm... please."
[10:41 PM] Xiri sees Snowe reach out towards him, and a wave of resentment and anger and fear and trembling heartbreak sweeps across him, and he bares his teeth, tears still streaming down his face. "P-please what? What can I, I, what is it that you want from me? You already eat m-me up, my core and my love and everything I want to give you, and it's not enough to-- to keep you alive-- to give you everything, to s-stay with you when I w-want my home back--" and if Snowe's hand gets close enough, he'll outright bite it, if Snowe doesn't want him biting his own hands then-- then he'll bite Snowe's-- chew it all to bits until there's nothing left to reach out and keep hurting him--
[10:46 PM] Prince Snowe wants Xiri to go home, he does, he's said that a dozen times, he's sure, but Xiri's never believed him, never- and why should he? He's right, he's fucking right, Snowe just takes and takes and takes, not just from Xiri but from everyone, he bends the world around him just to make himself feel better, and he has nothing to say to this, besides trying to murmur an 'I'm sorry'-

Only to give a sharp cry of pain instead when sharp teeth embed into his hand- his burned hand- and rational thought goes out the window. He yells, "Let go, let go!!" almost wailing, pained tears welling up in his eyes and- and trying to pry his hand from Xiri's maw he pulls, and uses his other hand to try and yank Xiri's mouth open, scrabbling at his face, kicking and even slapping a little as he flails in a panic.
[10:53 PM] Xiri lets Snowe's hand go, to snap at the other one, but he's off-kilter and sprawled awkwardly on the floor, he misses--

until the darkness wraps around Snowe, yanks him viciously closer, dragging him by the throat again but this time into Xiri's crazed and tearing reach, the demon clawing at his shirt as he rolls Snowe under him and bites his cheeks, his ears, his neck, he'll show Snowe eating, he'll eat Snowe back-- see how he likes it-- how much he likes being devoured for someone else-- his back heaves with sobs and growls, his movements still dazed and unfocused, but that's not going to stop him from doing damage.
[11:02 PM] Prince Snowe tries to move away the second his hand is free, barely dodging Xiri snapping at his other hand, and he'd probably have successfully scrambled away if- if it weren't for sudden living darkness to wrap around him, around his throat, giving him whiplash as he's snapped by his neck back towards the furious and despairing and out-of-control demon, and his tearing hands and teeth.

It doesn't matter how dazed and unfocused and off-balance Xiri is. He's always been stronger than Snowe, both physically and magically. In one world, he'd defeated and killed a previously unbeatable warrior-king in single combat without once using magic. So it's little wonder that he does some considerable damage to Snowe, leaving bruises and bleeding bite-marks and scrapes and torn clothing, all up and down the boy's body, his face and arms- which he still tries to use to defend the rest of him- streaking with trickling red. He screams, he does, only a little of it coming out in begging words, for Xiri to stop, or for someone to help- it's pretty unfortunate no one else seems to be in the house at the moment.

And Snowe can't even get away, held in place if not by magic, then by the demon's hands and teeth. The best the boy can manage, crying and screaming and flailing to protect his more vulnerable spots, is to try and curl up into a shaking, wailing ball, curling up and trying to turn from Xiri even as the demon turns him this way or that, his legs tucking against his body and his bleeding arms curling over his head.
[11:07 PM] Xiri's magic eventually retreats, satisfied, the demon stained red with Snowe's blood and falling back more in exhaustion from weeping than in any emotional resolution to stop-- at least until Xiri sees what he did, his Snowe torn up and bleeding, curled up in terror and fear and cringing away, and he whimpers in shock, glazed eyes barely focusing. His-- his Snowe-- oh, oh no, oh, god, did he do that?

"S-snowe," he rasps, voice incredibly hoarse from his own cries and crying, "Snowe-- oh-- oh-- oh no--"
[11:14 PM] Prince Snowe wails just a bit longer after Xiri finally stops hurting him- because even if Xiri's not actively giving him more wounds, it still all hurts so much, bleeding marks all over his arms and hands, even torn through his bandages. His clothes are ripped, and his face... it's a miracle Xiri didn't actually take a chunk out of him, honestly, with all the scrapes and lacerations and punctures from teeth and nails, running with blood, trickling and smeared.

When Snowe finally realizes he's no longer held down, he makes a break for it on instinct, uncurling enough to scramble against the floor, briefly flailing like a pinned animal before he starts to pull himself and crawl away across the floor, struggling to get to his feet, his body too sore and his mind too panicked, green eyes wide and wild in terror. He doesn't even look at Xiri, too scared to, whimpering and breathing harshly, bruises already forming all over his skin everywhere Xiri had hit him hard, but especially around his damaged neck. The scar there, and the one on his face, had even managed to split just slightly, enough to be painful.