[ fizz can feel the grip start to tighten before the pain starts so he expects it. it doesn't make it hurt any less, but he knows it's coming.
he does yelp when he's yanked up by the collar, when fingers dig hard into his wing. it flaps helplessly, unable to do much of anything; that's a new form of pain, one he isn't used to and he squirms, his teeth grit hard to keep from making another sound, from being something pathetic that mammon can manipulate again.
he's terrified, actually, even though he told himself he wouldn't be. mammon right in his face, mammon with too many eyes, the cane in his chest, the sin's syrupy tone he always used when he was using and abusing the imp just to make a quick buck.
his legs are dangling and he swings them hard, planting them both on mammon's chest and shoving, using the extension ability to push himself further away from mammon. if it works at all he knows it's not going to work well: he's just an imp, mammon is a sin for fuck's sake, but it's something, it's more rebellion, it's all he has left. ]
Did you know people come here from different points in the timeline? If you'd come from forty-five minutes later, you'd know I already told you to ████ off! I had a whole song and dance routine and I'm not going to repeat it, but the gist is this: here's my two minute's notice. ████ off and die for all I care, Mammon, you sack of ████. You're a ██████ clown, you always have been, I'm better than you ever were, and the people love me, not you. All that money is because of me. You need me, I don't need you. None of those people are going to like a different act half as much as they love me and you know it.
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he does yelp when he's yanked up by the collar, when fingers dig hard into his wing. it flaps helplessly, unable to do much of anything; that's a new form of pain, one he isn't used to and he squirms, his teeth grit hard to keep from making another sound, from being something pathetic that mammon can manipulate again.
he's terrified, actually, even though he told himself he wouldn't be. mammon right in his face, mammon with too many eyes, the cane in his chest, the sin's syrupy tone he always used when he was using and abusing the imp just to make a quick buck.
his legs are dangling and he swings them hard, planting them both on mammon's chest and shoving, using the extension ability to push himself further away from mammon. if it works at all he knows it's not going to work well: he's just an imp, mammon is a sin for fuck's sake, but it's something, it's more rebellion, it's all he has left. ]
Did you know people come here from different points in the timeline? If you'd come from forty-five minutes later, you'd know I already told you to ████ off! I had a whole song and dance routine and I'm not going to repeat it, but the gist is this: here's my two minute's notice. ████ off and die for all I care, Mammon, you sack of ████. You're a ██████ clown, you always have been, I'm better than you ever were, and the people love me, not you. All that money is because of me. You need me, I don't need you. None of those people are going to like a different act half as much as they love me and you know it.
[ another breath. it doesn't shake. ]
So yeah, I said no. ████ you.