A/N: For the Halsey Drabble/Snippet Challenge on Tumblr, this is day 4 of hopefully 4 of fics that are inspired by Halsey songs. A/N2: Always thanks to Ro for beta-reading and supporting me. A/N3: And a super thanks to ChronicWhimsy, Kangofu-CB, Amberlyinviolet and Maevemauvaise for being who you are. A/N4: Inspired by 'Devil in Me' from the hopeless fountain kingdom album. Lyrics at the end of the fic. A/N5: the greatest 3xD of all time, and one of my fav fics of all time, is Fading Stars by en passant (Corinthian) on AO3. I am unashamedly inspired by that fic when exploring the dynamics of Dorothy and Trowa Warnings: angst, violence, 3xD, D/s, BDSM, blood play
Come Back to Life Treize had had a marble
kouros that he claimed was nearly four thousand years old. It had been as tall as Treize himself, taller on the ornate plinth. Treize used to scatter roses at his feet, careful to keep them from touching the actual statue lest the rose petals negatively interact with the marble. The form had been exquisite, geometrically and aesthetically precise. Dorothy had studied the
kouros from every angle, amazed at how warm and alive it felt for all that it represented the impossible. Perfection was unachievable. But it was painful for Dorothy to settle for less. She was used to disappointment, had experienced it countless times, dating back to her earliest memories. She didn't consider herself hopeful, but neither would she give in to bitterness. It wasn't until she met Trowa Barton, however, that the impossible seemed suddenly possible. His skin wasn't the flawless, cool perfection of marble. But then, perhaps that was better. He was nearly the same height as the
kouros, his shoulders and hips almost as perfectly proportioned as the ancient statue's had been. But there were scars. Tattoos. Tan lines. The
kouros had existed solely to be admired, had served no other function than to please. Well, perhaps the sculptor had aimed for more than pleasure - perhaps he had had Pygmalion fantasies for his masterpiece. Dorothy was quite the opposite. She wanted to take Trowa Barton, perfect specimen of martial ability, physical and mental agility, and freeze him in time. Or at least reduce him to an object created solely for her pleasure. She had expected some measure of resistance, and she hadn't been disappointed. Sex was the only thing he seemed prepared to give with ease - that was pleasure, was bargaining that he understood and excelled in. It was the rest of it where he struggled. And that too pleased her. He had trusted before, had loved before, and had lost. She was determined to make him lose again, and to make him
want to lose. Trowa would stand for hours, would gasp in pleasure as the thorned roses pricked his skin and she decorated his perfect body with red veins, drawing life to the surface of her very own
kouros. It was the after, as she sponged the blood from his body and traced the thin cuts that were too shallow to scar, that his eyes grew shuttered and his mouth taut. Pain, he could manage. Pleasure, he could dispense. But worship… It made him as uneasy as if she had presented him with a mobile suit and told him to pilot it again. He was never closer to a statue as in those moments, so still that she struggled to see him breathe. It was only in those moments that he broke, that the careful alliance they had forged risked crumbling in the face of his fear.
Coward, she had called him. He hadn't had a response. He didn't fight back, ever. He would duck his head, would hide his face behind the hair that looked eternally stained by blood, and he would struggle to find enough equilibrium to allow her to continue. One day, Dorothy knew, she would break him entirely. Would shatter him as she had destroyed the
kouros that Treize prized. It had been her first act, after his death, to place her hands on that lifeless body and push. The head of the
kouros had split, one cheek and eye intact save for a fissure that ran from the eye towards the missing nose. An unseen tear. She wondered if she would be able to make Trowa cry.
- Lyrics: You said I
Would've hit the ceiling
You said I
You said I
Should eat my feelings
Head held high
I won't take anyone down if I crawl tonight
But I still let everyone down when I change in size
And I went tumbling down trying to reach your high
But I scream too loud if I speak my mind
I don't wanna wake it up
I don't wanna wake it up
I don't wanna wake it up
The devil in me
I don't wanna wake it up
I don't wanna wake it up
I don't wanna wake it up
The devil in me
Gotta wake up, gotta wake up
Gotta wake up, gotta wake up
Gotta wake up, come back to life
Gotta wake up, gotta wake up
Gotta wake up, gotta wake up
Gotta wake up, come back to life
You said I'm
Too much to handle
You said I
Shine too bright
I burnt the candle
Flew too high
I won't take anyone down if I crawl tonight
But I still let everyone down when I change in size
And I went tumbling down trying to reach your high
But I scream too loud when I speak my mind
I don't wanna wake it up
I don't wanna wake it up
I don't wanna wake it up
The devil in me
I don't wanna wake it up
I don't wanna wake it up
I don't wanna wake it up
The devil in me
Gotta wake up, gotta wake up
Gotta wake up, gotta wake up
Gotta wake up, come back to life
Gotta wake up, gotta wake up
Gotta wake up, gotta wake up
Gotta wake up, come back to life
Now I gotta wake it up
Now I gotta wake it up
Now I gotta wake it up
The devil in me
Now I gotta wake it up
Now I gotta wake it up
Now I gotta wake it up
The devil in me
Gotta wake up, gotta wake up
Gotta wake up, gotta wake up
Gotta wake up, come back to life
Gotta wake up, gotta wake up
Gotta wake up, gotta wake up
Gotta wake up, come back to life
