( At the squeeze, Esikko focuses his attention down at the target, lining the thin edge of the sharp knife to Kirma's skin. The first slice of the knife is almost too delicate. It draws blood immediately, but the resistance is too small for it to have been anything significant in this task. His breath catches as he watches the red spill down the edges of the knife, feels the tensing of Kirma's muscles, and he grips back.
The second slice is a little too adventurous, and the blade nearly slips in his hold. He catches it, lowering Kirma's held hand to his own lap for stability, and working to situate them better with each cut. But he can't stop, he can't pause for too long to figure this out— at the very least he's aware of that.
As his breath finally slips out in something close to a gasp, his eyes dart up after yet another cut to view Kirma's face. Curious about how it feels, but too afraid to ever try it on himself, he wants to live through his reactions. To feel it through the clenching of his fingers, or the slight movement on the bed. )
oh super cw begins here with the dismemberment and gore
The second slice is a little too adventurous, and the blade nearly slips in his hold. He catches it, lowering Kirma's held hand to his own lap for stability, and working to situate them better with each cut. But he can't stop, he can't pause for too long to figure this out— at the very least he's aware of that.
As his breath finally slips out in something close to a gasp, his eyes dart up after yet another cut to view Kirma's face. Curious about how it feels, but too afraid to ever try it on himself, he wants to live through his reactions. To feel it through the clenching of his fingers, or the slight movement on the bed. )