he gift—wraps self-sacrifice and calls it love; he has never known how to love any other way. he has never given his heart in scraps—— it has always been laid bare, whole and beating, on the altar.
ᅟᅟᅟ ( cerulean returns the gaze, motion pausing but not tearing palm off lion mane. guy remains still, however far from tense, under the eyes of the predator. ) to snap, no... to drain me, is a possibility, yes.
i could, couldn’t i? ( though he remains perfectly tamed. golden orbs now trained on the figure before him. on his fragile neck. ) do you think that i would?
ᅟᅟᅟ ( ......kitty.. idly playing with tresses, mayhaps way too tender in his touches. he can’t help it, though. ) ... terror. sure. you could snap my neck in half.
ᅟᅟᅟ( lower lip bitten, concealing a smile as guy catches thoughts. eyebrows arches. ) twisted... in fear? ( palm slides from face to disheveled hair, carding fingers through, making it even worse. )
( * oof. yes, please. more of those soft hands on his face. ) you are a very convincing actor. with the way you were just looking at me … i don’t think my stomach has ever twisted like that before. ( how delightful to feel like a teenager with a … crush. )
( he intertwines their fingers when guy takes his hand. watching him squirm is becoming a new favorite pastime. ) did you know that you drool in your sleep?
ᅟᅟᅟ well, you kept me awake for around one hour in the middle of the night. not quite a big deal. ( crease increases, tip of ears heating up. guy grabs his hand. ) shut it, oh my god.
i could think of no other reason you’d try to * purposely upset me. but this ( cold digit pressed against the crease in his brow. ) i like it. it’s cute. you’re failing in upsetting me. i’d argue that you’re doing the opposite.