( just another day for brainwashing )

[traumatology]

WHO: bucky barnes
WHEN: during part 2 of the mission
WHERE: gut's bind
WHAT: ~ possession ~
WARNINGS: probably violence


( starters in the comments )

Comments

[downswing]

( They are two panthers, prowling. Growing increasingly, tirelessly irritated with the aberration of each other's behaviour. He wants, very badly, to grit his teeth and bare them. Wants to claw.

Instinct does not prevail over reason. Walk on, ignore the crowds. Ignore the cloying, blood-curdling, impetuous toxicity of the Gut's Bind and its magical volatility. )

What, then, are you doing? ( There must be a point to this, a destination. An end purpose. )

[traumatology]

( finally, the patience of the paladin that's currently in bucky's mind snaps and he growls, shoving at wangji and keeping it up until he's back him into a wall. )

I was trying to be nice but if you're going to continue to ask stupid questions, maybe I'll do what I planned on doing to someone else to you.

( seems fitting, doesn't it? )

[downswing]

( And what is that? But he knows, his spleen knows, his bone marrow, the gritty and grime of him. There is a look and a scent that men bear when they intend, worse than to kill — war's practicality — to put the hurt in those around them.

To torture, to slaughter, to make sport of bloodshed. An empty, flayed quality to their engagement. And Lan Wangji, who has never been accused of an excess of conversation, must wonder, now, when and where he learned his words.

How he can use them to stall. To glean. )

Namely?

[traumatology]

( his jaw tightens almost to a painful extreme and his hand twitches withe want of wrapping his hand around the man's neck. he could do it, squeeze and choke the life out of the other man.

the fact that the man continues to talk and talk and talk is distracting but he's not going to answer.

he shakes his head. )

Leave me alone.

( and then he let's the man go and starts walking away again. )