(You're not wrong, my friend. It's so much fun to break them.)
Luca felt hazy as he was being carried. He wanted to stay in this time line- it seemed fun. He hummed as he leaned into the god, smiling a little at the kiss to the top of his head. Luca curled into the god as they were settled down, humming softly and curling into the god again. "Goodnight." He mumbles back softly, his eyes shutting and the moment his eyes shut, he was out like a light. He held on to the god in his sleep, a content and hazy smile on his lips as he rested.
Derlik knew what he was going to do with Luca, now, after the night they had together. It'd been fun- and Derlik was going to keep it that way. No matter what. The things Luca would be introduced to…
Derlik found it all quite funny.
"My little doll…" The god fell asleep himself that night, holding Luca close to himself.
In the morning, Luca might be happy to see he was, in fact, still human, and still wrapped up in Derlik's arms. The god couldn't be all that bad, right? The god was already awake, Luca sat in his lap as he was, it seemed, extracting something dark red with a glimmer similar to that of a diamond from his arm.
"Morning," the god said, looking down at Luca and smirking some.
(i'm scared, i have no idea what you're planning and that scares me)
(You really should be :DDD)
Luca hummed sleepily as he slowly woke up. His head ached, his body felt limp in the arms of the god. He didn't know what ideas or what horrors the god had in store for him, not yet at least. Luca was indeed pleased at the moment, to see that he was still human and that he was still being held by the god. He liked being held. Luca looked up at the god, not suspecting something was happening at first since he was still waking up and he just figured his body was numb because of the drugs. "Good morning." He murmured hazily. But then his eyes caught sight of the red, and he looked down at his arm.
(I, on the other hand, am very excited lmao. Let's break this boy as much as possible)
Derlik pulled the needle out after a moment, humming some. There was… there was a lot of blood in that syringe now, and it was decidedly blood by this point. The god kissed Luca's head, though, standing up and holding the man close as he walked into the woods around the clearing. The god looked pleased, though, coming to what could only be considered a lab of sorts. It was slapped together with whatever the god had on hand, but it worked. He took the blood, putting it into one of the vials and setting it to cook, so to speak, over a burner. He then pricked his own finger, letting a drop of his rose gold blood fall into the vial. The color blossomed through the mitxure, taking it over until it all looked exactly the same as Derlik's.
A scream worked it's way into his throat, but he had no idea how to react, no wonder his mind was fuzzy- that was his blood wasn't it? He felt queasy at this point, startling but barely able to move as he felt numbness in his fingers and toes. What was the god doing. He didn't dare jerk his arm, fearful he might rip his skin. He looked up when he was carried, a small noise leaving his throat. Everything hurt now, he didn't like this, didn't like this at all. He could barely move, most likely from the pain the drugs and alcohol left on his mind, as well as the numbness of having blood drained out of him, mixed with fear. What the hell was the god doing? He watched almost in a trance as the god put his blood over fire, watching the gold take over. "What… what are you doing?" He whispered, his voice tentative, fearful.
"I," Derlik said, taking a moment to stir the mixture he had made, "Am making one of the most addictive drugs in the world. Normally I just offer some of my own distilled blood, but recently have found when mixing it with the substance of the person who's going to receive it makes it much, much more effective." The god hummed some as he worked on the drug, taking it off the heat after a bit and setting it into a cooler of ice to flash cool it. Miraculously the vial didn't break, the cold shocking the mixture inside instead.
"Since you enjoyed our fun last night so much, my little Luca doll, I figured you'd just love this."
He paused at that, his eyes flashing between the god and the vial. His breath hitched ever so slightly. After last night, he wasn't sure he wanted to take any more drugs. Especially since his body hurt so terribly like this the next morning. He shook his head a little, "I- I had fun but please- everything hurts right now-" He murmured softly, fearfully. His eyes could barely leave the sight of the vial. "I don't think I can take anymore-" He glanced up at the god pleadingly. His eyes were brimming with tears, making them look all the more beautiful, his bottom lip trembling as he tried to remain calm, but it was so hard with the amount of pain his body was in at the moment, as well as the fear twisting in his gut. His throat felt dry, and his body trembled a little in the gods grasps.
"See, that's the point," Derlik hummed, head coming close to Luca's. "With this, all the hurt will go away. Don't you want that?" Derlik moved to put the drug back into the syringe, taking Luca's hand and pulling the same arm out he'd taken the blood from. The god paused, syringe in hand and Luca restrained with the other, smirking some.
"You're so beautiful, my little doll," he murmured softly. "I'm going to have fun playing with you." The god moved to slip the needle back into Luca.
The pain would go away? Was that really true or just something the god was saying to try and get him to relax. But still, he didn't like the feeling of the needle, he didn't like how scary the syringe looked. "Please, please no-" He whispered shakily, wriggling a little against Derlik, not liking how tightly the god was holding onto him. At this point he couldn't hold back the tears, they fell steadily down his cheeks as he shook his head. "No-" He managed to choke out before his breath hitched and he hid his face in the gods shoulder as the needle pierced back into his skin, whimpering in slight pain. He didn't like needles, he decided. Hated them, really. He wasn't a doll, he wasn't a toy to have fun playing with.
"Your voice is so pretty, just like the rest of you," Derlik mumbled. He started to slowly inject Luca with the drug of his own creation, humming softly. It was fast-acting, too, mixing so well back into Luca's bloodstream. The first wave- sudden, and intense, euphoria. Derlik liked this part of it, he wanted to make it last a few days before the next. Once all of the drug was in Luca, he pulled the needle out, throwing it to the side.
"How do you feel, my precious doll~?" The god cooed, holding Luca in both arms then.
He didn't want compliments right now, he just wanted to be let go- wanted to go home. He didn't like this, the drugs being forced into his system. And then he felt it and a choked sigh left his lips, his body suddenly easing. His body jerked in the gods grasp and his pupils expanded, blown wide with the sudden feeling. He felt like he was floating, his body becoming lax in the gods arms as he hummed and offered a hazy little smile. "Feels so good." He managed out, looking up at the god. Yes… yes it felt wonderful as it coursed through him. He could understand why it was so addictive now. Just a moment of pain for a world of pleasure- yes this was quite nice actually.
Derlik chuckled some at Luca's reaction. He cradled the mortal in both arms, walking back to the clearing.
"I told you it was worth it~" the god pressed a kiss to Luca's lips, watching him. He sat down on the boulder, laying Luca on his lap.
"You're my pretty, doe eyed doll~" The god ran his fingers through Luca's hair, chuckling. "See, you're wanted! I want to keep my precious doll by my side all the time."
Luca curled up in his arms, humming as he relaxed in the gods arms, nodding a little bit in agreement. He was kind of glad that he agreed to taking the drug, even if he hadn't necessarily… agreed. He smiled at the kiss before his eyes widened a little bit and smiled softly. "I'm wanted?" The words spun in his mind and he became happier. "Thank you-" He murmured happily. He was wanted, he was happy, and he was taken care of. What else could he ever want or need? He leaned into the god and wrapped his arms around the gods neck and tucked himself under the gods chin.
"Of course you're wanted," Derlik said quietly. He pressed another kiss to Luca's head as the mortal chose to pull himself close, wrapping his arms around him.
"You're mine, Luca, and I won't ever stop wanting you." That probably wasn't true, but they could play pretend. That's what you did with dolls, after all. "My sweet, sweet little doll, I'll never let you go."
He gave a happy little sigh at that, leaning into the kiss, shutting his eyes in content. He was wanted- he liked that thought. He rarely ever felt wanted at home, at times his own mother would leave him alone. Doll… the god was so insistent on calling him that, but at the moment he didn't mind. As long as he was being held and wanted. "Thank you." He whispered softly. "Thank you so much." He murmured quietly.
Derlik would change Luca's thinking, eventually. He would get Luca to just love when he was called doll, to make his every thought about that. Not yet, though, this breaking would take time.
"Of course, my dear doll…" Derlik ran his fingers through Luca's hair, gently holding him close. He pressed another kiss to Luca's head, purring some.
He smiled a little at the feeling of Derlik playing with his hair. Now that he had the drugs in his system, he was much more pliant, much more relaxed and humming softly as he cuddled into the god. He didn't know what the god was planning for him, but at the moment he wasn't too worried. The god had been kind to him so far. He had let him see his mother one more time, protected him from the village, took him partying- yes… that had all been wonderful. He snuggled into the god and released a soft little sigh. He could be a good doll… no… why was he thinking that? Was the drug messing with him?
If it was, it wasn't something Luca would be able to just get rid of when the drug wore off. Derlik just smiled, holding Luca in his arms.
"Such a good doll," he cooed softly. He stayed on the boulder, holding Luca. He'd get up later, but not now. He needed to take his time with the man. He was Luca's owner, after all, that mark on his neck proved it, so he needed to take care of his toy.
But that was what he was called- Doll. His name was Luca and he tried desperately to think of other things. But he could be a good doll… no- no. He hummed when he was called good again. He liked being good. He hummed and looked up at the god. "Good…" He liked being good. He hummed and shut his eyes again, letting the drug completely take over his mind. "Doll." He murmured back. He touched the gods cheek and hums happily. "Pretty."
Derlik held Luca in both arms, chuckling some.
"You're the pretty one, my little Luca Doll," the god said, teasing gently as he kissed Luca's head. "You're so, so pretty and good, I just want everyone to know you're mine now. Don't you want that? For everyone to know you're my pretty little Luca Doll?"
He was practically glowing at the love and attention. He purred a little bit and pressed closer so that he could receive more kisses, melting into a puddle at the attention. He liked being called pretty and good. He hummed lazily and nods slowly. "Yes please." He whispers softly. He knew he had the mark on his neck, but he was happy right now. He was much more pliant, glad to just be held and called sweet names.
"Well, then, let's go show you off~" Derlik kissed Luca lightly on the lips, standing up. He held Luca in his arms as he started to walk, back to the village. He pressed his hand to Luca's cheek, his body… changing, some. Joints appeared in him, but he was still flesh and blood so the drug could keep him so pliant.
"My wonderful little Luca doll~"
