[ His breath catches from the force of it, and this time he actually winces. It's violent, it very nearly threatens to tug him under a flood of memories that he keeps trying to drown β even though it's all he can do to not think about it β his eyes look hazy, unfocused,for a half second. It's terrible, it burns at his scalp, and flutters down his spine.
Heartbeat racing, he finally focused on him, his lips peeled back into something between a grimace and a smile. It's ugly, it's sharp, it wants him to think about it. He can feel the rush of violence just as much as he can see it in his face.
He never looks away from his eyes. ]
Understanding. [ There's strain in his voice, he says it with a hiss. ] Freedom. How can you choose what you want, if you can't even see all of the options?
[ Nails digging into his shoulder, slotted against him β they're still spent, and naked β it's more intimate, to speak of this like this. Like they're already both flayed open, without pretense. ]
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Heartbeat racing, he finally focused on him, his lips peeled back into something between a grimace and a smile. It's ugly, it's sharp, it wants him to think about it. He can feel the rush of violence just as much as he can see it in his face.
He never looks away from his eyes. ]
Understanding. [ There's strain in his voice, he says it with a hiss. ] Freedom. How can you choose what you want, if you can't even see all of the options?
[ Nails digging into his shoulder, slotted against him β they're still spent, and naked β it's more intimate, to speak of this like this. Like they're already both flayed open, without pretense. ]