𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞

And Tamsy chained him up to the same place that he had chained Amo previously. 🤔

And it's just Tamsy constantly testing out the limits of the book. How long it would stay for, if there were any side effects and how long he could push it without the other person losing autonomy.

Imagine if there was a time during their mission that Finch DID snapped out of it.

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WAIT, YOU COOK WITH THIS ONE! The concept of Tamsy just being petty at first that's why he altered Finch's memory is doing something to me.

Now he's just pushing Finch's limits. I think he's running an experiment that Finch did not know he participated in.

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// I did something

☝🏻🥸

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Can you imagine if Tamsy's hold on him finally snapped and all those memories come flooding back?? I wonder what he would do. 🤔

💭 He bores me.

Air-like threads to follow and latch themselves on Finch's finger.

💭 Not enough.

Tamsy frowned, adding more.

Wrapping more thin threads to Finch's neck and chest— Where his heart and pulse is. Feeling the rapid thump and rush of red ink as it reverberated.

Were his only words of encouragement as he turned his back— Making sure to add a hint of disappointment tone in his voice— On the way to his own room. Under the heavy weight of his sleeves, Tokushin's thread glimmer in his hold, twirling it just a bit, just enough for the thin

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Tokushin glimmer under the harsh ray of the sunlight, as if giving light to his lies and manipulations— It's brittle. Perhaps from his absence.

💭 I have no plan on letting you go that fast, Finch.

"Have fun. Make sure you apologize to Semiu properly!"

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His smile razor sharp— twisted.

Predatory.

Playful.

Like a mistake waiting to be made.

He IS Tamsy's mistake.

"Really? It seemed like you were having fun without me just fine."

Watching Finch's back, eyed lingering on his head then down to his hand where the thin threads of

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Under his long sleeves, hands hidden away from view, Tamsy fiddled with Tokushin.

"Would I really be that petty, Finch?"

Tamsy chuckled. He lowered his lashes as he looked at him like he was just another gamble on a night already riddled with bad decisions and alcohol.

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It was a hassle.

It IS a hassle.

To constantly shift some bits and pieces of Finch's memory, to keep him close.

To keep him on his hands and knees.

To keep him begging for his attention and affection like a starved dog.

How stupid.

How foolish.

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The pull was bound to happen at some point, his thread isn't indestructible, and his hold on Finch would eventually thin out.

Tamsy only tilted his head, still keeping that smile on his face, softening it a little as if it would help hold the progression of his magic.

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Tamsy noticed it the second Finch's feet left the comfort of the concrete that had opened up as if it was shy enough to get in their way— A reunion of a devotee and the subject of that devotion. If there was anything else that Tamsy noticed, he kept quiet about it.

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💭YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS! STUPID!

He’d have to wash his hands later. Scrub them clean. Disgusting.

“No.”

He voiced, finally giving Finch the answer he needed to hear.

Foolish.

“I don’t hate you. I could never hate you when you’re this good to me.”

Anything because he needed something to hold to and that something is Tamsy’s every word, no matter how small.

Tamsy hummed, pulling his hand back, curling them tightly under his sleeves under the blunt nails dug into his skin to form crescents.

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Tamsy didn’t answer right away. He let the question hang in the air like a noose dangling in between them just waiting to see who would break first and place their head into the loop— It won’t be Tamsy that’s the answer.

And the funny thing is that the leader knew that Finch would believe

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This is so beautifully done, I love it! AND THE DESPERATION IN FINCH'S EYES AND HOLD ON TAMSY'S SLEEVES???

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I did something
@threadedvirtues.bsky.social

( The subtitle is just a Portuguese translation of the song.)

I'm guessing you two are friends?

Finally, Tamsy felt like playing nice. He caressed Finch’s cheeks with his knuckles, brushing gently on the exposed skin, air light— Barely there.

“Calm down.”

He instructed. Stoic. Final.

“I’m not mad. I just wanted to hear you’re sorry, Finch. I can talk to Semiu.”

He lowered his lashes as he looked at him like he was just another gamble on a night already riddled with bad decisions and alcohol. His smile is razor sharp— Almost predatory.

Like a man playing with his food before finally devouring.

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His silence lingered in the air, suffocating. The kind that stretched tight in the chest. The quiet intensity that burns people if they stand too close for too long, and Finch is burning.

Oh, how amusing.

Finch certainly knows how to keep him entertained.

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A brutality that Tamsy hid under the guise of being a leader.

The kind of cruelty that people like him had been cursed with.

Or blessed.

Of psychological pull and push.

Tamsy held the kind of silence settled heavy in the chest, laced with something terrifying.

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And with something unholy mixing in between— As if he had just been given permission to bite.

It wouldn’t be seen as genuine. And if seen by someone else, they would think the team leader was bullying his own, and Tamsy was. In a way.

In his own twisted way of punishing.

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Tamsy kept looking at him with his lids heavy and his gaze heavier. He allowed it to weigh down the poor supporter as if watching him stumble with his words— Crumble by Tamsy’s feet was his own personal entertainment, and it is. Given by how Tamsy is smiling down at him, wide. Feral.

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....

Hmm... I could, yes. However, he wouldn't learn if I just scolded him and be done with it.