bondsofsuffering | limelight

[ 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.

Edited 2024-12-01 06:19 (UTC)

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?

The version without memories and with one of those shitty masks, anyway.

[ a spark of irritation, despite his light tone ]

I never tried the masks, myself.

[Though he's feeling relieved he hadn't, because geeze.]

Alright, done with your arm.

That feels way better.

[ left a scar of course, but that's no comment on snow's ability.

then leaning over to tug up his pant leg and pull a bandage off his ankle! this one's less deep, but more purposeful: a sinusoidal curve ending in a forked tail, two incisions total ]

Edited 2024-12-03 05:17 (UTC)

[When he sees it, he pauses in both surprise and confusion.]

...Satin made a whole design?

Satin made a whole design.

[ wry. some disquiet too, echoed fear from the moment ]

Couldn't tell me what it was either, except that it wasn't from the Dame and it felt right.

...Influence from the visions, then...?

[It's disquieting to say the least, but he does get to work applying the ointment once the initial surprise passes.]

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