bondsofsuffering | limelight

I never used to get mad about much of anything?

[ a flicker-flash of surprise, appreciation ]

But these performances have been getting to me. These producers. The Showmaster. I hate them. I hate everyone doing this to us. It makes me want to...

...Kill them?

[There's no judgment from Snow's side. If anything, he's...

No, not sympathetic. Empathetic.]

[ nods slowly ]

Make them feel all the pain they inflict on us. Tear this ship apart and sink it to the bottom of the sea. Bury its pieces so deep no one will ever find it. And destroy everything so loudly, so visibly, that people are too afraid to try doing this to anyone else, ever again.

They'd deserve it.

[He's smiling, but he's also quite serious, and Aster will be able to feel that..]

[ that surprises him ]

You don't think it's too much?

Aster, they've killed us multiple times.

[He can be angry about it, too.]

[ confesses, ]

I thought I was too...I don't know. Awful, sometimes, for you.

[There's a sinking sort of feeling, as a suspicion is confirmed. It stings a little, but he pushes the feeling aside.]

...I'm only human too, you know.

[ sure feels that. pulls back a little to look him in the face ]

What is it?

[Confusion, and then realization - even that could be picked up, huh?]

...At the end of the day, I'm still just some guy, you know?

I try not to let this place compromise my morals too much, but... it's not like I'm perfect, either. I'm not above or better than any of you.

But... I suppose to everyone else, that's how I come across.

[ a blend of surprise, a little self recrimination, and, actually, fondness ]

I guess…it’s easy to see you as the perfect Acidia protégé. You’re so talented and smart. And sweet, and cool, and

[ ASTER YOU ARE GETTING OFF TRACK ]

um. Really good. You’re right. I shouldn’t just assume you don’t get as hurt or angry as the rest of us. Of course you do.

I don't exactly want to kill people, but... If it's us or them, I won't stop us from protecting ourselves, you know?

It's not like I want to just roll over and let ourselves die every single time, either. I'm not nice enough to keep sacrificing myself like that.

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I know. You really tried with the last one. I trust you to keep trying.

[ genuine, through the empathy bond ]

But it's not just about that either. I feel too mad to myself. It feels awful to me, you know? Sort of that...I'm asking you to like someone that I'm becoming, who I don't even like much. And one of these days you're going to realize that, and know that you can do better than some guy from nowhere with anger issues. Who can't stop getting into trouble.

[He listens, though - there's that little sting of hurt again.]

...Do you really think I'd leave just because I can "do better?"

[ rueful,]

I know you wouldn't. I guess I should've told you that I'm afraid of becoming a regret too.

You wouldn't.

[And he'll prove it - leaning in for a kiss, heated, all that love and affection on clear display, along with an undercurrent of desire and want.

If words won't do the job, maybe his feelings can, instead.]

[ catches him off-guard, actually, still for a couple of seconds

but then he's leaning right into the kiss, hungry and heady with snow's feelings, just as dizzy with his own desire. the sense being just on the precipice of giving into it, allowing himself to greedily want in a way there's no going back from ]

[Snow certainly won't be helping him on that front, tilting his head for a better angle as he goes for a second, a third--

As much as he's tried to hold himself back, he's not the type to let go of something once he has it, and Aster will be able to feel just how much he wants Aster to be his.

He may be able to share, but he's absolutely loath to let go.]

[ a second, a third,

less a slip from the precipice than a willing jump, giving into it,

allowing himself to want and be wanted, and believe in it.

(and going for a fourth kiss, a fifth, because why shouldn't he?) ]

[Why shouldn't he, indeed?

There's a sense of satisfaction as Aster gives in, a hand gently stroking his hair through the fourth and fifth, and by the time he breaks off the kiss he's breathless but warm and so, so affectionate.

The boy in his arms is his, and he couldn't be happier.]

...Understand, now?

Loud and clear.

[ breathless himself, love and happiness and eagerness glowing brightly ]

And now that I've gotten that across- let me take a look at your wounds?

[A bit rueful, but still in a good mood thanks to everything prior.]

[ oh yeah, those

laughs slightly as he starts with the fresher one, pushing up his sleeve. a straight cut across his arm, cleaned up but deep enough to scar ]

[Taking out the little container of ointment he's been keeping on him as of late to spread it across the wound, encouraging it to heal faster. There's a certain contentment to his work, even if there's a prick of concern seeing how deep it goes.]

This one was Cinth?

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