Ranboo doesn't want to be anything. They're tired of being, of being forced to continue to be-- tired, and sad, and hurting, and they just want to rest.
They're too tired to do anything to resist Dirk, in too much pain, and when the head is thrust in front of their face they only open their eyes for a flicker before quickly closing them again. The fraction of a second of crimson was all that they needed to see.
He's too exhausted and in pain to wail and moan and sob the way his body almost wants to, the way his brain is crying out to, so he instead gives a weak, pathetic whine of a sound, before breaking down into quiet sobs.
"Please... stop..." They murmur between sobs, their voice thin and pitched pathetically high.
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Date: 2024-11-21 01:07 pm (UTC)They're too tired to do anything to resist Dirk, in too much pain, and when the head is thrust in front of their face they only open their eyes for a flicker before quickly closing them again. The fraction of a second of crimson was all that they needed to see.
He's too exhausted and in pain to wail and moan and sob the way his body almost wants to, the way his brain is crying out to, so he instead gives a weak, pathetic whine of a sound, before breaking down into quiet sobs.
"Please... stop..." They murmur between sobs, their voice thin and pitched pathetically high.