It's easier to lie than let them pepper me with questions about the horns and the tail.
[ he doesn't want to think on that too much because his thoughts are likely to venture down a dark path he isn't in the mood entertaining. he'd rather focus on Zervan, on soothing physical hurts with his hands and lips, on chasing away any of those lingering thoughts and feelings brought on by whatever the elf had experienced in that realm.
it's also helping Molly, keeping him distracted from his own thoughts and worries and that ugly feeling sitting in the middle of his chest. he almost lost Hugo and Lycaon both, almost lost this handsome elf he's grown terribly fond of. he almost lost people he cared about again, they almost slipped through his fingers like sand. he hates it, hates that he had been right beside Hugo when the man vanished, hates that he had been so powerless to stop it all. if Caleb had disappeared too? gods, he doesn't want to think what he would do. who he wouldn't become.
but those thoughts are chased away by Zervan's voice, the hand on his waist, the lips on his own. he needs a distraction, Zervan needs a distraction, and what better way to distract yourself than to lose yourself in the pleasure of another? so he will indulge in the elf, give him everything he needs to feel better, to forget, and everything else? the rest of the world and their respective messes waiting patiently for them to re-emerge from the throws of passion? all of that can fucking wait until morning. ]
What a good thing it is I prefer to pepper you with other things?
[On that note, it's time to stop thinking.]
[He's never been more pleased to have run into this man. To find someone who just seemed to get it. You didn't always need to talk, didn't need to rehash everything and drag the nightmares back out into the light. Sometimes, you just needed to staunch the bleeding and leave things be.]
[It also does something to assuage the weird guilt for wanting to leave at all. Cut off another tie, because what if it was lost again? What if something else happened, and the connection he'd just started to make was severed? It happened among the Crows, it happened with the Warden and the party and...]
[No, he is not thinking. He is enjoying, and he is giving. Lips and hands and that clever, clever tail. That's all that matters right now.]
[And if during the night, he ends up staying close, staying in contact as much as possible, with Molly, then, he can blame the past events.]
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[ he doesn't want to think on that too much because his thoughts are likely to venture down a dark path he isn't in the mood entertaining. he'd rather focus on Zervan, on soothing physical hurts with his hands and lips, on chasing away any of those lingering thoughts and feelings brought on by whatever the elf had experienced in that realm.
it's also helping Molly, keeping him distracted from his own thoughts and worries and that ugly feeling sitting in the middle of his chest. he almost lost Hugo and Lycaon both, almost lost this handsome elf he's grown terribly fond of. he almost lost people he cared about again, they almost slipped through his fingers like sand. he hates it, hates that he had been right beside Hugo when the man vanished, hates that he had been so powerless to stop it all. if Caleb had disappeared too? gods, he doesn't want to think what he would do. who he wouldn't become.
but those thoughts are chased away by Zervan's voice, the hand on his waist, the lips on his own. he needs a distraction, Zervan needs a distraction, and what better way to distract yourself than to lose yourself in the pleasure of another? so he will indulge in the elf, give him everything he needs to feel better, to forget, and everything else? the rest of the world and their respective messes waiting patiently for them to re-emerge from the throws of passion? all of that can fucking wait until morning. ]
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[On that note, it's time to stop thinking.]
[He's never been more pleased to have run into this man. To find someone who just seemed to get it. You didn't always need to talk, didn't need to rehash everything and drag the nightmares back out into the light. Sometimes, you just needed to staunch the bleeding and leave things be.]
[It also does something to assuage the weird guilt for wanting to leave at all. Cut off another tie, because what if it was lost again? What if something else happened, and the connection he'd just started to make was severed? It happened among the Crows, it happened with the Warden and the party and...]
[No, he is not thinking. He is enjoying, and he is giving. Lips and hands and that clever, clever tail. That's all that matters right now.]
[And if during the night, he ends up staying close, staying in contact as much as possible, with Molly, then, he can blame the past events.]