hadriel_logs | Event Log: Kiss me Kill me

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Event Log: Kiss me Kill me

Who: All characters in the city
What: The event log for the Kiss me Kill me event!
Where: All around the city
When: Feb 17th-24th
Warnings: potential violence & abuse

Things are... a bit different on the morning of the 17th. When you wake up, your first thought is of the person or thing you love the most. That in itself isn't very strange- maybe you think about the lucky someone often. This time, however, it's accompanied by a deep-seated need to be near them. You have to find them and soon, so you can be with them- and if you can't be with them, then you'll find a new way to prove your devotion.

Maybe that new way is via kidnapping, maybe it's via poisoning the person they're spending time with, or maybe it's just a matter of you being in their personal space all the time. Whatever the case, your obsession doesn't make much sense but you lack the self awareness to see it for what it is. Hopefully someone stops you before it's too late...

Unfortunately, you may be dealing with your own crazed stalker. How are you going to shake them off so you can get back to the thing that really matters to you? Let's hope things don't get violent!

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[Nothing about this week has been normal for Lup.

The day after Barry's unsettling outburst, everything seemed to settle peacefully back into place for the pair. Lup had spent the whole day with her husband, just lounging around the empty house, doting a little extra on one another. When it was just the two of them, Lup stretched out on the couch with Barry tenderly rubbing her feet, everything had felt as normal as ever. The tension of their fight may have continued to linger just at the back of the elf's mind, a worry she couldn't completely shake, but every affectionate smile or brush of Barry's fingers seemed to soothe her and say they were just fine.

They'd both soon discover that one good day together amounted to absolutely nothing by the time Lup was waking up the following morning.

Barry was gone. She'd rolled over onto his side of the bed, intent on waking him up in her own special way, but flopped over to find nothing but an empty space, the man vanished. Lup pouted a little after that, frowning that he'd run off to work in the lab so early without even waking her, but that thread of disappointment was quickly pulled taut, anger bubbling up in it's place. Lup tried to ignore it, to go about her morning routine without addressing the strange emotions that kept dragging themselves into her every thought, but it was sometime after she'd gotten breakfast for Angus ready that her anger just hit a tipping point.

Within the hour, the front door to the lab opens with just a bit too much force, the woman striding inside with a snarl twisting at her lips, wild gaze darting around the lab's work room for sight of her husband. She's dressed down for the day and her hair is pulled off to the side in a messy braid, like she hadn't even bothered to brush it before she was running out the door.]

[Yesterday was a good day. Barry had spent the entirety of it with Lup, doting on her, treating her right, content in the knowledge that she was right there with him and wasn't going anywhere. Her running off with her friend, forgetting to tell him, not thinking about his feelings, that-- that had all been a fluke. It'd just slipped her mind. And she promised nothing happened. She said she wouldn't do it again. Good. That's good.

But science doesn't rest, and with his anxieties eased, Barry was eager to get back to the lab and catch up on all the work he didn't get around to earlier. It's slow work, slogging through pages of notes, compiling and comparing, trying to eliminate anything that doubles up and clogs the system. Somewhere in these pages, there's an answer to their questions, an observation about the Door that will make everything fall into place.

A sudden, loud noise from the entryway snaps Barry out of his reverie. The lab is almost always quiet... Especially now, with so many folks gone looking for these mystery orbs of Hope's. What could this be about? He gets up from his station and peers around the corner, eyes going wide at the sight of his wife, glaring furiously around the empty room.]

Lup?

[She never comes to the lab. From the look of her, she's right out of bed. Something must have happened, she's never this angry and disheveled for no reason.]

Lup, what's goin' on? What're you doin' here?

[Lup expects the sight of Barry, to see him standing there safe and sound and alone, would be more than enough to ease the sudden anxiety that's held such a tightening grip around her all morning.

But it doesn't. Somehow it just isn't enough to know that Barry's working alone in the lab. She needs him home. Now

Lup crosses the distance between them in a few quick steps, the woman's head snapping from side to side as she glances further into the lab, just checking to see that there's no one else there...]

I woke up an' you were gone! [Her furious gaze finally turns on him, eyes wild.] Without a word! How is that supposed to make me feel, Barry?

[Whatever he'd been expecting, that wasn't it. Lup's shouting, looking enraged, for some reason blaming him. What'd he do? Barry frowns, not sure if he's more worried or annoyed as she yells at him.]

What the hell's gotten into you? You know where I go in the mornings, Lup. Some of us have t'work, y'know.

[A niggling thought in the back of his mind tells him that was uncalled for. But he's honestly too irritated to apologize. It's bubbling up inside him a little too quickly to be natural, that same anger that made him text-bomb Lup earlier.]

Well, y'found me. Feelin' better?

[The worry that had been coiling up so tightly in the pit of her stomach gives way to almost immediate rage at Barry's reply. For Lup, giving into her wrath has never been particularly difficult. She's spent her whole life falling into her anger and aggression, had to embrace it while she was a child to keep Taako safe, so leaning back into now comes all too easy.

Especially when Barry's looking at her like she's unwelcome here. Like this is the last place he'd want her poking around.

Suspicion floods Lup's mind while she steps around the man, peering this way and that, striding over towards the back room doorway that serves as the break room, just to peek inside. When she seems satisfied that it's empty, she's moving to his work station next.]

Oh right, your terribly exhausting work of sorting through notes all day. I forgot how difficult that must be for you. [There's no masking the sneer in her tone at that, while Lup hops up onto Barry's desk, sitting at the edge and reaching for some of the paperwork scattered across the surface.]

Y'know, I worked in the lab with you for a hundred years. We made some big discoveries together. [She's glaring at his notes, not making eye contact. But there's just something accusatory in her voice.] But you never ask me to come here.

[What is the matter with her? Barry watches Lup looking through the whole lab, even the break room, like she's actually expecting to find something. Is she looking for someone? He's right there. Then she just plops down on top of his desk, disrespectful and crude, like it's not a sanitized work surface.]

What the fuck, Lup? At least I do something all day. [He approaches her, brows pulled into a tight frown as he glares at her rifling through his notes. What is her problem today?]

Oh what, I gotta ask you now? [He tries to reach for the papers, to snatch them out of her hand. It's not that there's anything to hide, why would she think that, it's just his work, his hard work that she's snooping through without a single good reason.] If you actually wanted to get off your ass and do something for a change, you would. I thought y'didn't want me t'babysit you.

[Lup's reflexes are a little too sharp. Barry makes a desperate grab for the papers and she's immediately thrusting that arm up over her head, keeping them just out of his reach. Even perched on the desk, she still has the longer limb advantage. It's a game she's played with him a million times over, but before it had always been accompanied with teasing and laughter, none of the heavy tension and suspicion that wraps the pair up now.]

Don't be a dick and turn this around on me. If you wanted me around, you would've asked. That's that. [The papers continue hovering above her head, as Lup's pointed scowl turns to Barry now.] But you didn't. And that makes a gal think.

[The way everything clicks into place, how easily the pieces of information slot against one another, it convinces Lup without a doubt that she's right.]

The lab was where we got to know each other. Where we spent most of our time. [Even with the jealousy boiling under her skin, Lup's voice drops down just slightly, the next words said with just a touch more softness,] Where we fell in love.

[But the softness dissolves immediately as Lup slides off of the desk, stepping forward to bump right up against Barry. His research notes crumple in her fist.] But you don't want me around here. Cause now there's someone else, isn't there?

[Here she's been worried sick about her poor, overworked husband, always going out of her way to take care of him, and he's been here in the lab, falling for someone else. Why else would he have tried to throw her off of his trail by accusing her of sleeping with Lucretia? Maybe it was his guilty subconcious, seeing his own fuck ups in everyone else around him.]

[Barry scoffs, trying a couple more times to grab the papers she's childishly holding out of his reach before just giving up. If she's going to act like a kid, that's on her. He's not going to give her the satisfaction of playing into it.

But as she speaks, as she glares at him, the woman he's loved for a lifetime, Barry's chest starts to hurt. His stomach is in an uproar. He can feel his pulse picking up as she snarls at him, slipping off the desk, getting right in his face with a look of fury and malice he's never seen directed at him before.

Then she accuses him of cheating. It feels like he can't breathe.]

What?

[How does he respond to something like that? Here he is, having spent twelve lonely years away from her, faithful until the bitter end, going to sleep alone every fucking night for over a decade, even though he had needs, even though he ached for company, because he knew she was out there somewhere. Here he is, having just barely recovered from his own scare of jealousy, his own fears that Lup hasn't been as faithful as she claims, sneaking off to fool around with someone new, someone prettier, someone more to her tastes. And she's standing there, looking him dead in the eye, and accusing him.

Barry can feel his blood boiling. His voice is low and harsh when he speaks, jaw tight with the effort to keep himself in check.] Lup, that's absurd. You're outta your mind. And way outta line. [His hand raises up to point an accusing finger right in her face.] Really think about what you're sayin'. And take it back. Right now.

[Barry denies it. Looks Lup straight in the eyes and tells her that the accusation she’s making is absurd. And that should be it, right? His word alone should be enough to calm the way her heart is suddenly beating so impossibly fast within her chest. To soothe the thoughts of him coming back to this lab, day in and out, just for the chance to spend time with someone else.

But it isn't. The suspicion lingers now that Lup's put all of the pieces together -- gods, she's an idiot for not seeing it earlier -- and the elf can just feel her emotions raging more out of control by the minute. There's anger there, naturally, fiery and ravenous and ready to consume her every thought, but it's the realization of hurt that comes in waves that's so much more dangerous. Lup has learned to better rationalize and calm herself when she's angry. But when she's hurt? All she can focus on is the intense need to fight back, to lash out and take everyone else down with her.

Barry's response is firm, denying everything with a dash of condescension meant to put an end to this topic, but Lup can't help but hear what she believes to be guilt floating there just beneath the surface.

She smacks Barry's finger out of her face as the arm stretched out above her head finally falls to her side, his notes still left wrinkled in her fist. And then she reaches forward to give the man's shoulders a quick shove. Her skinny frame is trembling by now, but her expression stays fierce. Whatever aching hurt this realization comes with, Lup's not going to give Barry the satisfaction of seeing her cry.]

Is that it? Getting pissed off cause I'm catchin' onto you, hun? You came at me with this shit about Lucretia just 'cuz you were feelin' guilty. That's it, right?

Edited (WOW HOW DID I MESS THAT UP) 2018-02-19 06:57 (UTC)

What the fuck is th'matter with you?

[Lup slaps his hand out of the way, shoves him backwards - not one of the playful shoves he usually gets when they're bickering, not one of the 'come on, you idiot, let's go somewhere else' shoves, she put force behind this one, she's pissed - and Barry is incredulous, furious, dangerously close to shoving her back. Escalating this physically. How dare she? Does she even know what she's saying? Is she just making this up to make him feel bad after their confrontation earlier?

It has to be. She's pulling this out of her ass, she has no proof, no basis. She's saying this to get a rise out of him. It's working.]

Where's this even comin' from? Huh? Sounds to me like you're tryin' to put the attention off yourself. [Barry's tense all over, anger burning hot in his chest, his gut, hands curled into tight fists at his side. He really wants to shove her back. Wants to get this roaring aggression out somehow, prickling under his skin, making his skin flush with color. But he-- he can't, she's Lup, he loves her, even if she's completely out of line with him right now. He settles for reaching after the papers she's crinkled up in her hand, trying to snatch them out of her tight grip.]

You have some fuckin' nerve comin' in here throwin' accusations around. Fuckin'-- give those back.

I'm not the one holin' myself up in the lab for hours at a time when I could be home spendin' time with my partner instead. That's all you, homie.

[The fact that it's working at all is exactly what Lup is taking in as proof of all of this. Why else would her usually sweet husband be so on her ass the last few days? What other reasons would there be for him to escalate into anger without cause like he was? Barry's not a perfect man, he can be a little cowardly or too sensitive at times, but unlike Lup, he's just never been the kind of person to just lean fully into his anger. He's usually the one talking Lup out of hers.

This side of him is just too out of character to be a normal occurrence. Something really fucked up is going on here, and instead of blaming Hadriel's gods like she should have, the voice of reason within Lup seems dead set on believing he's emotionally cheating on her instead.

Which is precisely why when Barry makes another grab for the notes, Lup's jerking them out of his reach again, only this time, her next action comes out on reflex. If she was thinking just a little more, Lup would never even consider destroying something that Barry's been putting all of his time into working on. But she's just too far gone, reasoning to herself that if Barry doesn't have a reason to stay here in the lab, he'll just come quietly back home with her. Makes sense, right?

She draws the notes up to eye level and Lup's hand catches fire. They really doesn't stand much chance after that.]

Edited 2018-02-19 12:31 (UTC)

[Barry scoffs at that, harsh and cruel.] That's fuckin' rich comin' from you. Off day-drinkin' with your girlfriend when your partner comes home, and I'm the one with th'problem? Give me a break, Lup.

[Lup yanks her hand away too quickly, again holding the papers out of his reach, again deliberately pushing his buttons. It seems like everything she's doing today is to intentionally piss him off - interrupting his workflow, disrupting his carefully revised notes, her awful baseless accusations - and because she's Lup, she knows just the right things to say and do to get right under his skin. She can be so childish sometimes. It's infuriating. Normally he doesn't mind, normally it's cute and disarming, but for some reason, she's been extra grating these past few days. Ungrateful, irresponsible, irrational --

As he's having that thought, scowling at her, already rearing to make another grab for his papers, Lup puts an immediate stop to everything by summoning a flame in her hand. Barry nearly blacks out. The sight makes him freeze for a few seconds too long, staring wide-eyed and incredulous as more than a week's worth of labor catches fire right in front of him. Notes without copies, hours he won't get back, already crumbling into smoldering ash in her grip.

This is more and just childish and irresponsible. This is malicious.]

Lup! What're you doing?! Put it out, put it out! [He's shouting, panicked, enraged, stuck somewhere between swatting the flame away and realizing the damage is already done. Dozens of hours of work, just-- just gone. Because Lup made herself jealous. By the time he comes back to himself and realizes what he's doing, one of his hands is clutching the collar of Lup's shirt, the other white-knuckling his wand, his eyes wild as he glares up at her.]

Do you have any idea what you've just fuckin' done?!

[This isn't their first blow up. Being together for over fifty years means the pair have navigated through their own share of petty arguments and fights over the last half a century. Lup has never exactly been the most easy elf to be involved with. Even with a bond as deep as theirs had grown, she still had moments of insecurity, periods where she would lash out at anyone who wasn't her twin. She was vibrant and gregarious and so very likable most of the time, but those traits could easily twist to her being spiteful and cold and far too sharp with her words.

Yet even when their fighting turned to it's worst, she's never been downright cruel to Barry. But here in this moment, just as the last of Barry's perfectly small scrawl goes up in flames in her hand, Lup realizes just how vicious a move this was on her part.

And still, she can't quite find it within herself to feel bad. If he'd just listened to her, she wouldn't have had to take it this far. Husbands should always listen to their wives, right? She's always known what's best for him over the years, why would that have changed now?

Barry explodes in a way that Lup's never seen from him before, directed at her or otherwise, the man striking out to grab her top, his wand at the ready. He's yelling, furious and wild, so red in the face that she worries his head may just pop off completely. But Lup grins, confident and too sure of herself, as she slips a slender arm around Barry's neck. Even with the fury he's aiming her way, even with how dangerously tight his grip on his wand is, she leans in close and whispers:]

Now you can come home with me, Bar. Nothin' important to keep you here is this musty, gross lab. So come home and I'll make you forget all about this.

[Something is wrong. He doesn't see it right now, it doesn't register through the wild mess of thoughts racing in his mind, but something is very, very wrong. Lup's smile is all wrong, her eyes are too bright, too cheery to be natural, the tone of her whispered voice much too casual for the fury she came striding in here with, the sabotage she just subjected him to.

He's all wrong, the rage that is making his hands tighten, clenching her shirt, his wand, ready to attack, to hurt her for what she just did. It's itching under his skin, the urge to make her pay, immediate and sickening and all wrong.

It's her fault. It must be her fault. How could she do this to him? What gives her the right to accuse him, to destroy his property, to brush it all away with the promise of sex? Who does she think she is?]

Ungrateful bitch. [Barry's hands are shaking as he shoves her backwards with enough force to knock her over, had his desk not been in the way of her fall. It rattles loudly as her body makes contact, loose papers sent flying, his half-empty coffee mug clattering to the ground, barely surviving the impact. Barry should be distressed that he cares more about the state of his mug than the state of his wife.]

You come in here, thinkin' you can shout whatever accusations you want, thinkin' you have the fuckin' right to mess with my work, and just get away with it? Do you have any idea what kinda shit I have to put up with from you every fuckin' day? Huh? And you come and pull this shit? [Barry is on her in seconds, shouting, pinning her to the desk with his body, grabbing a fistful of her long hair with an iron grip. His whole hand is shaking with the urge to slam her head down against the desk.] Not today, Lup. I let a lotta shit slide, but not fuckin' this.

[Funny how it's his words that knock the breath from Lup's lungs more than the physical desk she slams back against.

Barry lashes out, resorting to inappropriate name calling and shoving his wife with a strength he's never come even close to using against her before, and for the briefest of moments, Lup looks up at him, stunned into silence. Her eyes widen in surprise, mouth parting on impact, the smallest glimmer of panic against her sharp features. This isn't how they fight. This isn't how they talk or act around each other, even they've both been weighed down with the heaviness of their mission, exhausted and scared of what was ahead for them.

The elf stares up at her partner, the man she's loved for longer than most humans ever live, and it looks like there's a sudden realization there at the tip of her tongue, like she's about to blow the why of this wide open.

But then Barry's on her in a flash, his familiar hand tightening roughly in her hair, his wild, furious gaze locked on Lup's face with an intensity that sends shivers down her lanky frame. She can feel his hot breath on her skin, his entire body quaking with rage above her. Her whole body aches from that collision, from where he's forcefully pinning her down, but even as her immediate need to fight back rises, she can't quite ignore that she's finally gotten his full, undivided attention. And isn't that exactly what she'd been so upset about in the first place anyway?

The angle is awkward while she's stretched out on her back, Barry's much bigger body holding her down, but Lup tries to wiggle out from under him anyway, finally reaching forward to push her palm right into Barry's face. She doesn't have a chance of overpowering him, but watch her try anyway.]

Get off me, tubby. You wanna go, I'll fuckin' take you to the ground! Newsflash, Bar. I'm the best thing that's ever happened to you, bucko, so lemme go an' start beggin' for my forgiveness!

Edited (words) 2018-02-21 02:42 (UTC)

You're the best thing that's happened to me?! [she is] How fuckin' full of yourself are you? [you love her] If anyone's gonna beg for forgiveness in here, it's you for all th'shit y'just pulled. [you're hurting her] Fuckin'-- lay still, you bitch! [this isn't you]

[The two of them struggle against the desk while they shout, both shoving, tugging, pulling, both fighting for momentum and an upper hand. Barry's bigger, has the weight advantage, has her pinned and stuck underneath him with nowhere to go, but Lup is quick, refusing to stay still, constantly moving and wiggling and fighting his grip. There's strength behind her struggling, behind the hand trying to push him off by his face alone, painfully crushing his glasses against his cheeks and nose. And there's bite to her words, fury in her voice. Once she gets going, Lup doesn't stop. He can't keep her pinned for long.

But he can do this. He can show her not to fuck with him anymore. Seeing that flash of panic marring her features lit a fire in his gut, one he interprets as confidence and righteousness instead of the guilt and shame it probably is. If he can just scare her straight, he thinks, overwhelming all other fleeting niggling thought, if he can just show her not to underestimate him, just put her in her place, she won't try something like this again.

Using his position to his advantage, Barry reels back into a standing position, pulling Lup with him by the hair, and with all the force he can muster he flings her to the side, knocking her over, her narrow frame crashing to the floor. It's not long until he's on top of her again, straddling her kicking legs, fighting to grab her wrists and hold her down, all rough grabbing hands and crushing weight.] Y'wanted t'take me to the ground, huh? Think you're so fuckin' big and strong, think y'can take on anyone? Y'don't look so strong from here. Start apologizing right now before I stop playin' and get serious.

[Lup's spent her whole life shimmying free from trouble, dancing too close to danger and then darting away just in the nick of time, always laughing at the thrill it left running through her. And this situation may be different on the surface, her husband holding her down instead of a complete stranger giving chase to two young elves, but Lup uses the same strategy she always has. She continues to fight even when it seems pointless against his strength, squirming beneath Barry, sharp eyes looking every which way for the one weakpoint she needs to break free.

Magic just isn't an option she wants to use. Even with his hand tangled in her hair, holding her in a way that honestly drags the softest fearful gasp out of her, she loves Barry. The emotions compelling her all day long have kept that singular thought close to her heart and head. She loves Barry and she'd do anything to keep him all to herself, to make sure she was always the most important person in his life. She has to break free without magic.

But before Lup can wiggle herself free from this one, Barry's grip in her hair is tightening. With a sharp yell, the woman's dragged from the desk and tossed with too much force to the floor. She lands hard and her vision immediately blurs, Lup's smaller frame collapsing on the ground while the world goes dizzy around her. She can't see, can't focus on anything, until Barry's right there in front of her face again, her vision righting just in time to see the rage directed down at her. He catches her disoriented enough to get her legs trapped beneath him, her wrists held down before she can make to push him off of her again.]

Barry! G-get off! You're bein-- Ah-- Fuck you! [Even held down with her body screaming out in pain, tears prickling at her eyes, Lup never stops fighting, legs still kicking out strong beneath him.] Alright, I'm sorry! Sorry that you're such a fuckin' dickhead!

[Beneath him, her chest heaves with each inhale. Usually Barry's weight against her is comfort, but this feels crushing, like he's not going to stop until she's passed out under him. Held down like this, incapable of moving, an uncomfortable pressure pressing into her body, it's the closest she's been reminded of her imprisonment since she broke free. The thought is so striking, the feeling suddenly so real, that Barry or not, Lup has to get out from under him and fast. Her whole body tenses before she's letting loose a scream and casting Thunderwave, causing a wave of thunderous force to sweep out from where she's laid out prone, hoping it's just enough to knock the man back, though he'll also be taking some damage with that.

The spell's wave of force is powerful enough that everything else in the lab within the radius is affected as well, the rest of Barry's equipment and papers at his work station going flying off of the desk and spreading over the floor.]

[Barry has the upper hand. He knows it, he can feel it, can feel her struggling and fighting underneath him and just getting nowhere. Now he's got her where he wants her, and they can maybe start deescalating. Now Barry can start telling her in earnest why he's angry, why her words and actions hurt him so badly, and to never do that again. She'll have no choice but to listen.

Maybe he doesn't need to hurt her to get his point across, maybe he doesn't need to scare her anymore... They're both angry right now, but if he could just get her to listen for once--

Barry feels weightless for a moment. For just a split second, he's flying through the air, flung off of Lup and across the room, his glasses knocked clean off his face and clattering to the floor. Then all he can feel is pain. Even before he hits the ground, he can feel every muscle in his body tensing and convulsing, nerve endings on fire as waves of electricity crash through him, scrambling his thoughts, blinding, deafening, a roar of static noise flooding his system. It hurts, all over, everywhere, inside.

When he makes contact, slamming into the floor and pushed against the wall by the waves of force rippling through the air, Barry screams with pain as the last of the electrical energy pours out of him, leaving him shaking and twitching on the ground. He didn't stand a chance against her magic, had no way of saving against it. He was completely at her mercy.

Way in the back of his mind, he knows why she did it. She felt trapped, she panicked, she had to get him off of her. But the haze of confusion and disorientation in his mind only allows for one conscious thought: pain.]

L... L-Lup... Ah-- ah...

[The second that Barry is off of her, Lup’s scrambling backwards until she feels something solid behind at her back, her breath coming out in soft wheezes while the pain in her side from the whole scuffle finally catches up to her.

For the first time since she came striding furiously into the lab, the whole room falls into silence, the only sound in Lup’s ears the pounding of her own heartbeat, the quiet intake of each shaking breath. Even if she just experienced the whole thing herself, even with the ache in her scalp from where Barry’s fingers had twisted hard and tugged her along by her hair, it doesn’t completely feel real, like she’d been watching from out of her body the whole time. She just can't fully believe Barry, whose touch against her had always been so reverent and gentle, would ever purposely turn painful like that.

But he’s across the room now, groaning her name out in pain and some of the intense fury that’s been boiling just beneath her skin all morning slows to a simmer. It takes the woman a moment to rise back up onto her feet, to gather herself enough to approach him after his uncalled for attack, but she’s kneeling next to him soon enough, taking Barry’s face in her hands. Her fingers trace almost delicately against his cheeks as she tips his chin up at her, her eyes dancing across his pained expression, the hurt she’d unintentionally caused.

Something in her chest aches at the sight of him like this, his agonized scream echoing in her thoughts, the slight twitches his body suffers from her attack. But there’s no denying the slow satisfaction that curls around her thoughts.

This just means that she’s won. Barry tried to drag her into submission and here she is, cradling his face after his little tantrum backfired. He’ll come back with her now. She’ll take him home and he won’t even think about the lab for the rest of the day. He’s completely hers. It’s amazing how quickly that thought just her whole being with warmth.

And then Lup’s tipping forward to kiss him with a ferocity that surprises her, fingers digging possessively into his cheeks, teeth biting at his bottom lip. An apology is right there at the tip of her tongue, but something else comes out of her mouth entirely.] Bet you wished you’d taken that offer for sex instead of tryin’ to start a fight with me now, huh?

[The only thing he's aware of for a long time is the pain, the twitches and jolts of electricity still working through his body, every single muscle tender with movement and painful to touch. It feels like he lays there for minutes, alone with the discomfort, writhing on the floor with nowhere to go. How long is it until she joins him? Was she there the whole time? He has no earthly clue.

When Lup's hands find his face, her fingers warm and so so gentle on his prickling skin, Barry's eyes fly open, trying and failing to get a read on her expression, her intentions. His vision just swims. For all he knows, she could attack him again. Hurt him again. Lup could be speaking, taunting him, about to kill him, he has no idea.

The kiss is a surprise.

Barry shudders, unable to do much of anything either in terms of resistance or reciprocation. His arms are too heavy. He can't quite seem to uncurl his fingers. He can't turn his head away, her nails digging too hard into his flesh, holding him firmly in place. It all just happens to him. Out of his control, distressing, demeaning...

But somehow the harsh, intense kiss, Lup's teeth tugging at his lip, not the teasing little nip she usually offers, feels... good. Maybe being electrocuted compromised his perception. Maybe he's secretly weak for the pain, for Lup's harsh tone, her dominating demeanor. But something sick and twisted in him kind of wants to agitate her again. Make her kiss him like that again. Because right now, he can't do much but offer a weak, hoarse,] F-Fuck you. Don't-- Don't fuckin' touch me.

[Barry shudders under her touch and there’s no way he wouldn’t be able to feel Lup’s mouth curl into a grin against his own, her eyes dancing down at his excitedly. His words say no, but there’s a particular look in her husband’s eyes, expectant and full of trembling anticipation, that seems to say otherwise.

One of her hands slips downwards to cup his chin, giving Barry’s head a more forceful jerk upwards towards her, the elf’s gaze fixed down on his expression, watching for his reaction. Even after she’s already had to throw up a spell to defend herself, Lup doesn’t want to hurt the man seriously again, never wanting to overstep the boundaries that have been in place between them for decades. But if Barry’s as into this as she is....]

You sure, hun? [Her free hand trails upwards to slip through his hair. Her touch there is gentle, no doubt building up some tension for Barry as he’s left wondering just how long it’ll stay that way.] You look pretty eager for more touching to me. But I could always go find someone else who wants my hands on them...

[The almost dangerous twist to her smirk gives away just how deliberate that bait is.]

[Barry gasps, panting sharply as Lup's hand forces his head up to where she wants it, his neck straining painfully. Where she's concerned with his safety, his boundaries, Barry's still feeling that rage bubbling inside him, fueled by the insufferable look on her face. She's enjoying herself. Enjoying his pain, his defeat, her victory.

How dare she?]

Yeah, I'm-- [He draws a sharp breath through his teeth, shifting on the floor, trying to ease all his stiff, twitching muscles. His head is spinning. He must have hit it on impact.] I'm sure y'fuckin' could, huh? Slut.

[Even though he can't see very well without his glasses, Barry glares up at her, furious at her insinuation, at her gentle touch to his hair, outraged that she'd even be into this. Outraged that... he's a little into this. He's still fighting to regain movement, his jaw tight, hands shaking as they reach up and fumble to grab a hold of her top again, pull her bodily closer.]

Good fuckin' luck. Nobody gives it to ya like I do, and you know it.

[The victorious smirk at Lup’s lips doesn’t shift in the slightest at Barry daring to call her slut like that, but she does give an exaggerated roll of her eyes. Talk about rude. The slim, careful fingers threading gently through his hair suddenly twist so she can to hold onto him better.]

Someone’s sure full of himself. All I hear is talk, Barold. Put up or shut up, babe. [Even knocked back by her magic as powerfully as he’d been, Barry’s rage still trembles through his body, the man trying to brush past his hurt to grab for her shirt and drag her closer. Why can’t he just admit that she’s won and get over it? What’s the big deal anyway? Wasn’t he so pissed off that she wasn’t spending enough time with him just two days earlier? Shouldn’t he be grateful for this impromptu daytime interruption?

Men.

They both have too tight grips on each other and Lup uses her position to her advantage, shifting closer at his pull to straddle him, her skinny legs falling to each side of his body. The hand not wrapped up in his hair presses to Barry’s chest, trying to push him down.] Maybe this is what you’re actually after.

Ah--! [Lup yanks at his hair, sneering at him, taunting, completely unwilling to stop gloating. Sure, she's always been a little braggy, confident in her achievements and victories, eager to show her strength and talents, but she's never lorded over him like this before. She's never been this gross about it.

They're both being gross about it. Barry is neither able nor willing to admit that just yet.]

Wh-What, a sloppy fuck in th'middle of my workplace? Huh? Y'too good t'ask for it like a normal person now? Gotta come in here screamin' instead? [He scowls at her, not letting go of her shirt, fighting her as she moves to straddle him. Is this what she came here for? Does she find him so boring now she has to start a fistfight to want him instead of getting some strange?

He'll show her. He'll well and truly show her boring. Lup sits on his lap, pushes his chest down, keeping him pinned firmly in place, a hand in his hair and her breath on his face, and he knows there's nowhere to go. That doesn't mean he's lost. Barry's hands tighten, shaking with the effort, before he pulls with all his might and rips her shirt apart clean down the middle, buttons going flying, clattering against the walls, the floor, exposing her to him. Fuck it. If this is what she's after, if this is what she wants, a sloppy fuck on the lab floor where anyone could come in at any time, he'll give it to her. Nobody better call him an inconsiderate husband.]

Y'could've just fuckin' asked.

[It's certainly not the reason Lup had burst in on him this morning, not when she'd woken up to her mind buzzing with intrusive thoughts on needing the man to be home with her right that very instant, but now that they're here, she's not going to turn down the offer, on the lab floor or otherwise. Barry's still spitting mad while the elf pushes closer to him, her own rage just simmering there beneath the surface, temporarily pushed down by her obvious and clear victory.]

I thought you liked it when I scream.

[But her teasing laugh is cut short when Barry rips her (read: Taako's) blouse open, the delicate buttons sent flying and her smirk temporarily falling in surprise at the destruction. It's not the first time they've gone a little wild on each other's clothes, but usually Barry was much more considerate.]

Hey! That was-- [Her new favorite top? The only shirt she had in that color? Something her brother will notice missing and immediately blame her?] ...Really hot.

[If that's how Barry wants to take things this round, she is all for it. Game on, Barold.

Aaaand fade to black, we're sorry for fucking in your science room]

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Event Log: Kiss me Kill me

Feb 19th

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cw: aaayyiii shits getting violent so avoid if that isn't your thing

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cw: dubcon // look these crazy kids aren’t right in the head rn

cw: slur, dubcon // yah be careful folks

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