[ It's infuriating sometimes, just how easily Wolfwood sees through him. How the things he says and does to sidestep pressure and questions and concerns are so easily ignored or tossed aside just so Wolfwood can dig his fingers into the meat of the issue, right where it hurts.
Maybe he knew that when he tried what he did that Wolfwood wouldn't fall for it, but maybe he hoped for the chance that he'd leave it alone, just for a little while. ]
I don't deserve anything like that, Wolfwood. Punishment isn't torture. It's endured because it's deserved. That's what...
[ He frowns, biting down on the inside of his lower lip to chew at the tender skin there, enough that he soon tastes the copper of blood in his mouth. He keeps chewing. It helps him focus on something that's not the warmth of Wolfwood's hand on the side of his face, or the warmth that comes from him standing this close. It just reminds him of the day Wolfwood showed up, and the hug they shared.
He hadn't deserved that either, nor had he deserved Wolfwood's arrival here. ]
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Date: 2023-10-30 01:58 am (UTC)Maybe he knew that when he tried what he did that Wolfwood wouldn't fall for it, but maybe he hoped for the chance that he'd leave it alone, just for a little while. ]
I don't deserve anything like that, Wolfwood. Punishment isn't torture. It's endured because it's deserved. That's what...
[ He frowns, biting down on the inside of his lower lip to chew at the tender skin there, enough that he soon tastes the copper of blood in his mouth. He keeps chewing. It helps him focus on something that's not the warmth of Wolfwood's hand on the side of his face, or the warmth that comes from him standing this close. It just reminds him of the day Wolfwood showed up, and the hug they shared.
He hadn't deserved that either, nor had he deserved Wolfwood's arrival here. ]