[ He asks, his voice is a slithering little thing. Insidious in the way it coils, asks the question, challenges him in that. He's still strained, but Vergilius's nose is against his jaw, and it's hot and warm, his body against him, hand on his back, breath tickling his skin.
He rails against him, but surges forward. It's violent, but Silco knows nothing but violence. What would something else get him? He would crush it into pieces before even getting here. Vergilius is strong, hard, and angry β oh yes, so angry. ]
I wouldn't cage you.
[ Voice low, a tickle of it against his ear. Is it a promise, or a lie? Does he even know himself? Is it a cage that he offers, even if he doesn't hold the key? Perhaps, more honestly... ] Do you think I could?
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[ He asks, his voice is a slithering little thing. Insidious in the way it coils, asks the question, challenges him in that. He's still strained, but Vergilius's nose is against his jaw, and it's hot and warm, his body against him, hand on his back, breath tickling his skin.
He rails against him, but surges forward. It's violent, but Silco knows nothing but violence. What would something else get him? He would crush it into pieces before even getting here. Vergilius is strong, hard, and angry β oh yes, so angry. ]
I wouldn't cage you.
[ Voice low, a tickle of it against his ear. Is it a promise, or a lie? Does he even know himself? Is it a cage that he offers, even if he doesn't hold the key? Perhaps, more honestly... ] Do you think I could?