bondsofsuffering | limelight

[ 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.]

[ swallows ]

Something like that, I guess.

...It seems out of character for him, but even I've experienced mental effects.

[Distressing that it led to this, though!!]

Wait, you have?

...Yeah. I went after Cinth the other day because of it.

[Reluctant, ashamed.]

All those mind games got to me.

[ okay, snow might still be working, but reaching out to gently squeeze his shoulder ]

What happened?

Mm... He was joking with Foxy, but in my head, it sounded much more sinister. ...I still catch myself, sometimes, thinking that way.

That guy in the vision... he was always looking for situations like that, I think. A stray word or phrase that could mean something bad on the horizon for him.

[It's hard not to feel bad about the whole thing - for how he behaved around others now as a result, but also for the guy who had such a complete lack of trust in the world.]

Edited 2024-12-05 21:41 (UTC)

[ doesn't matter whether or not snow is still working, actually; he's pulling snow into a hug right now ]

I'm sorry. That sounds really scary.

[He'd about finished up anyway, so while the hug is a surprise, he doesn't make a move to leave it - instead leans into it, taking comfort in the show of affection.]

...I didn't expect it to affect me that much. I just have to be more careful next time.

[ holds tight ]

You don't have to keep taking them. The visions. Less chance of a next time if you stop.

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