Brainiac 5 shuddered, but there was nowhere for him to go when Luxord dragged the card lightly across his hands, taunting him with the memory of his failure to Clark. The edge of it slid across his skin, a parody of the injuries he'd been given by Luxord before-- no. There was something different now. A pattern to the sensations.
Words. He went quiet, perfectly still and almost all his awareness focussed on his skin and the feeling there. As he'd suspected, the touch of the card conveyed a message that reinforced what Luxord was saying. The threat of what would happen to him if he didn't keep to himself was obvious. Death is not the worst punishment for you.
The touch of the card disappeared, and Brainiac 5 shuddered again and, to his surprise, became aware of a wetness against his fingers. Tears. Not only had Luxord managed to corner him in such a way that he was powerless to prevent it, but he'd started crying again without even realising it.
He dropped his hands away as Luxord drew back, but purposefully didn't look at him or the card being offered to him. "I understand," he said, voice rougher than he would have liked. "Is that all you wanted?"
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Words. He went quiet, perfectly still and almost all his awareness focussed on his skin and the feeling there. As he'd suspected, the touch of the card conveyed a message that reinforced what Luxord was saying. The threat of what would happen to him if he didn't keep to himself was obvious. Death is not the worst punishment for you.
The touch of the card disappeared, and Brainiac 5 shuddered again and, to his surprise, became aware of a wetness against his fingers. Tears. Not only had Luxord managed to corner him in such a way that he was powerless to prevent it, but he'd started crying again without even realising it.
He dropped his hands away as Luxord drew back, but purposefully didn't look at him or the card being offered to him. "I understand," he said, voice rougher than he would have liked. "Is that all you wanted?"