[They didn't know how to barter in the actual feelings that the ghouls wanted so this was the closest alternative. Their way of lashing out became Cater and Idia's, as their wants and desires blend together.]
[Cater's whimper makes his breath hitch. He glosses over the part where Cater's clearly making it about him. After all, with emotions so high, who could really tell which one of them wanted it? If Cater didn't want it then he should be able to refuse him. His compliance was assumed to be consent, regardless of the truth.]
... you're right. It's not enough. It needs to leave a scar.
[So, he goes up to where he started the mark and digs the glass in again- slightly deeper. He pulls it down slightly quicker. The pain is fresh and he involuntarily lets out another pitiful yelp of pain as he does so. The blood, which was confined to the initial cut before, spills over slightly to tickle down Cater's abdomen.]
... f- fuehehe, [he mumbles a laugh again, eyes still wet with tears]
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[Cater's whimper makes his breath hitch. He glosses over the part where Cater's clearly making it about him. After all, with emotions so high, who could really tell which one of them wanted it? If Cater didn't want it then he should be able to refuse him. His compliance was assumed to be consent, regardless of the truth.]
... you're right. It's not enough. It needs to leave a scar.
[So, he goes up to where he started the mark and digs the glass in again- slightly deeper. He pulls it down slightly quicker. The pain is fresh and he involuntarily lets out another pitiful yelp of pain as he does so. The blood, which was confined to the initial cut before, spills over slightly to tickle down Cater's abdomen.]
... f- fuehehe, [he mumbles a laugh again, eyes still wet with tears]
I'm painting Cay red, aren't I?