BURNING THEIR LIES
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BURNING MY DREAMS
Perhaps Bastion's mind was more addled than one would have originally figured. He wasn't at all creeped out by the silent and looming structures of the abandoned harbor town. But then again he had grown up in a port town himself. He was used to the look of what was found here. Even more he had taken to exploring along and on his own when he was younger. His parents hadn't paid any attention to him and of course that led him to end up craving attention. He did whatever he had to in order to get it. And well, being a bad boy had earned him the most attention. And as he aged he just grew more conniving and sadistic. He would ruin any chance of a relationship and happiness that his siblings could ever have. He forced them to depend and rely on him for attention and kind words, things he had never received himself. He had gotten back at them for ignoring him.
Janos wasn't his first puppy but by far his favorite. The other was just perfect and he would be hard pressed to ever find a replacement for him. He didn't even have to speak and the other seemed able to read his mind and would do whatever it was that he wanted. All of the minds he had broken before had never amounted to this. But of course he hadn't really broken Janos. No, he had picked up the already broken pieces and placed them together once again. And well that simple action had earned him his current puppy. So there was a certain fondness there for the other because there was no way that he other could be made better than he already was. But of course if Janos ever proved that he would be unable to keep up and started slacking in the things Bastion needed him before then he would just have to get him a new puppy despite how hard it would be to let him go. Bastion couldn't fight for himself and he wasn't exactly gifted at the hunt either. He needed his puppy to make up for what he lacked because Bastion knew well his own weaknesses.
This town was found to be thrilling to the small boy. He had a whole place all too himself. There were so many buildings to claim and put to use. It was a practical paradise. This was his city and everyone would be forced to listen and pay attention to him here. And should things get beyond his control then he had his puppy at his side to take care of them and settle it. Bastion knew he would never stand a chance in a fair physical fight. And such is why he removed himself from situations like that. He allowed Janos to fight for him and once the extra party was forced into compliance, through injury or bonds it didn't matter, then bastion would be able to take over. He had received a perverse sort of pleasure from another's pain and suffering. Not to mention his addiction to blood and how he simply had to lick it up. Of course he would wish to consume blood because that was where the power was. To drink the blood of the deceased would add their remaining years to your own and allow you to live longer and remain young. At least those were his beliefs behind what it was that he did. He firmly believed he would remain forever young.
So while he lacked in physical strength of his own his mind was sharp. He was intelligent as weird as it seemed to call him that. He proved that he was able to talk in complete sentences but usually chose to simplify things and just speak in short and incomplete sentences that conveyed his thoughts without all of the extra words. It just added to his childlike appearance and had others further underestimating him. After all torture to him was just playtime. It was all a game to see what would get the biggest reaction. And of course his recent obsession with live autopsies was so he could learn how the insides worked. It was still a game to him, one he learned from. Through trial and error he learned what pieces could be removed and the subject wouldn't perish right away. It was a slow learning process for him because he would have to continue to find new toys and would have to try not to break them as quickly as he had in the past. But now that he had hands he had certainly gotten loads better at keeping them longer. Then once he learned which organs were fine for removal he would know how to keep is toys for awhile yet without breaking them.
And since he had started bathing in flowers he had become curious about plants as well. He had heard whispers that some could be eaten and others couldn't. Of course he wouldn't try and figure it out through first hand means. No, he would have to get himself a toy and have them try things for him so that he would know. He didn't need to know the names of the plants. All he needed was what they looked like and where they were found then he could continue with his trial and error method of torture. He would feed his toys and just watch them to see if anything happened. And while the process might end up being long and involved it simply worked for the youth. To witness it all for himself he could commit it all to memory.
The small feminine looking boy was pulled from his thoughts of grandeur and all that he could accomplish with an entire town under his control as his puppy spoke up. He turned his head and forced himself to focus on the other male. He knew that he didn't have to worry about the other running off even if he had chosen to step away. He knew that the other needed him to tell him just what to do. Oh sure, Janos still had a mind of his own and proved it when he was on his own with others but around Bastion he waited for instruction. After all Bastion, and of course the leadership so that they could remain in Salsola, were allowed to tell Janos what to do. But Bastion knew that he had utter and complete dominance over the other. He had made sure that things would be that way when he had allowed Janos certain freedoms. The older male was thankful to him for freeing him from his previous captivities that he had given in and did whatever the younger male wanted.
The youth gave a nod of his head and stepped away from the embankment. He had seen all that he could down at the water. The tide had yet to recede and so he couldn't judge how low it would actually get for awhile yet. He turned about and moved over towards the older male and held out his hand for the other take. It was yet another small thing that had many thinking he was still but a child even though he was now sexually mature. Bastion greatly enjoyed touch and cuddling, things he didn't get in his puphood. While it was okay with others he enjoyed it with Janos the most. He knew that he could completely trust the larger male and so that made it more meaningful when he was pressed up close to Janos.
"Let's." He agreed with another nod of his head. "Where? Which?" He was back to his clipped way of speaking once more. The boy easily tired of full sentences unless they were need for a ritualistic purpose, that tended to be gaining the remaining life from blood. Still, even with his short way of speaking, he figured the other to understand. After all he was giving Janos the chance to pick where they were headed to first, to pick which building it was that he was interested in. Bastion was allowing the other male a bit of control. After all they were going to end up exploring all of it so he was curious to know what it was that had caught his puppy's eye. Most likely it would end up being something that he would find himself interested in as well. After all he trusted that his puppy wouldn't choose something boring. Especially since Bastion was known to come up with his own sort of fun and games, things not normal for a child... if they are normal for anyone, to ease his boredom. Of course his idea of a game was typically pain inflicted upon another. So yes, he was trusting that Janos would choose appropriately.
The small wolf looked up at his hybrid companion in quiet expectation. He trusted that the other wouldn't disappoint. Sure, Janos was his puppy, and therefore his slave, but he allowed for the other to have thoughts and ideas of his own. He was even interested in them and willing to listen to them. After all the other had proven to have a sadistic streak in him as well and had, at times, even come up with things that Bastion had yet to think of himself. So if the other had noted something of interest to him then most likely Bastion would enjoy it as well. Heck, the younger male would probably even be thrilled to learn of it as well as being eager to christen it in their own sadistic way. |