īŧ it's not like he's a stranger to trauma. so many of his rules, of his reasons, of his own responses are the hammered alloy of his own, brought to alchemical life from an impossible span of years. he's watched as terrible things were done with his hands, with his body, horrible words said with his tongue, and he's told himself for millennia that as long as he's careful, as long as he's controlled, he will never be like that monster.
it's not like he lives in a constant state of self-recrimination. he knows, logically, that he's not to blame for the actions kulo vayn undertook on its long, long joyride of his fucking paltry meatsuit, but every once in a while, the lines blur. certain behaviours, certain tastes float up like oil in an ocean, and he thinks of what it would be like to drown in it.
so he gets it. why sasuke was fine with it, and why he carefully pieces apart his own feelings now. nothing he says about his experiences is surprising, it just fucking hurts.
he kisses the crown of the boy's hair. īŧ
I meant without it, anyway. We can talk about that later, properly. For now, I just want to make you feel good.
īŧ a gesture to the blanket, pulled up modestly over his hips. īŧ
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Date: 2024-01-15 07:04 am (UTC)it's not like he lives in a constant state of self-recrimination. he knows, logically, that he's not to blame for the actions kulo vayn undertook on its long, long joyride of his fucking paltry meatsuit, but every once in a while, the lines blur. certain behaviours, certain tastes float up like oil in an ocean, and he thinks of what it would be like to drown in it.
so he gets it. why sasuke was fine with it, and why he carefully pieces apart his own feelings now. nothing he says about his experiences is surprising, it just fucking hurts.
he kisses the crown of the boy's hair. īŧ
I meant without it, anyway. We can talk about that later, properly. For now, I just want to make you feel good.
īŧ a gesture to the blanket, pulled up modestly over his hips. īŧ
May I?