[ His hand grips his collar -- he very nearly reached out to grab his neck, he'd almost anticipated it again. A reminder of something that he had done more than once, whenever Silco lashed out at him. Whenever he felt... The sting of the worst of his attentions, he lashed out in kind. Silco hated it, when he grabbed him like that.
He craved it, too. Not necessarily his hands on his neck, but that violence, slipping free of his coiled control. Never quite breaking, but knowing that he would -- could -- take it. That he was both something strong enough that he would not break. He'd promised him that, hadn't he?
He doesn't want to be stabbed. Experimented on. Silco meets his eyes, he reaches out to brush his bangs from over his eyes. So he can look at him unimpeded. ]
Very well. [ He learned what he needed to, at least. There was more than one way to draw violence out of him, and he knew the man had it in droves. It lurks under the surface, rising up from it even now. His other fingers find his hand, those veins, and he drags his thumb down it. He could kill him right now, and nobody would mourn him other than Jinx. He doesn't. He lets Silco in, pressed up against him, boxed against the wall. He lets him touch him -- and Silco does the same. A breach he lets so few in to do. He welcomes it. Even when he's angry like this.
Especially then, maybe. ]
All you had to do was ask.
[ Specifically. He won't leave him alone, but they both knew they were beyond that now. This was something different, messy and complicated. Unspoken. Undefined. It's becoming clearer, sharper. ]
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[ His hand grips his collar -- he very nearly reached out to grab his neck, he'd almost anticipated it again. A reminder of something that he had done more than once, whenever Silco lashed out at him. Whenever he felt... The sting of the worst of his attentions, he lashed out in kind. Silco hated it, when he grabbed him like that.
He craved it, too. Not necessarily his hands on his neck, but that violence, slipping free of his coiled control. Never quite breaking, but knowing that he would -- could -- take it. That he was both something strong enough that he would not break. He'd promised him that, hadn't he?
He doesn't want to be stabbed. Experimented on. Silco meets his eyes, he reaches out to brush his bangs from over his eyes. So he can look at him unimpeded. ]
Very well. [ He learned what he needed to, at least. There was more than one way to draw violence out of him, and he knew the man had it in droves. It lurks under the surface, rising up from it even now. His other fingers find his hand, those veins, and he drags his thumb down it. He could kill him right now, and nobody would mourn him other than Jinx. He doesn't. He lets Silco in, pressed up against him, boxed against the wall. He lets him touch him -- and Silco does the same. A breach he lets so few in to do. He welcomes it. Even when he's angry like this.
Especially then, maybe. ]
All you had to do was ask.
[ Specifically. He won't leave him alone, but they both knew they were beyond that now. This was something different, messy and complicated. Unspoken. Undefined. It's becoming clearer, sharper. ]