[In another time, another life, maybe he would do so. One of his favorite things during that blissful time was to kiss around the edge of her neck, trail to lavish attention to the perfect square of skin behind her ear. She was soft then, she's too soft now.]
[Even now, even without the hunger, he could sink into her, and drown.]
[She releases her fingers, gently freeing him from this perch he's found himself on. And even now, as he stands here, his red eyes are welled up with too many emotions. Love, regret, misery, shame, desire, self-destruction.]
...You're not a curse. [He murmurs, finally tearing his eyes away so that he can recede back to the wall. It may be a joke, but...]. Don't call that yourself again.
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[Even now, even without the hunger, he could sink into her, and drown.]
[She releases her fingers, gently freeing him from this perch he's found himself on. And even now, as he stands here, his red eyes are welled up with too many emotions. Love, regret, misery, shame, desire, self-destruction.]
...You're not a curse. [He murmurs, finally tearing his eyes away so that he can recede back to the wall. It may be a joke, but...]. Don't call that yourself again.