[ face pressed to shoulder, cock pressed to — well —
the haze is sluggish to part, even about pointed names. he shifts, and his palm draws unwitting over that old line of scar; the one that bisects two chests: ilias'. another's. the recollection stutters on delay, his fingers stopping short an inch or so past memory. ]
Huh?
[ isn't exactly the sound, isn't anything quite so articulated. he isn't confused. he knows his thoughts, and he knows dreadfully well why ilias might ask them now. but,
shit. his leg's gone to sleep. isaac shakes it, makes another stupid, sleep-muddled sound. ]
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the haze is sluggish to part, even about pointed names. he shifts, and his palm draws unwitting over that old line of scar; the one that bisects two chests: ilias'. another's. the recollection stutters on delay, his fingers stopping short an inch or so past memory. ]
Huh?
[ isn't exactly the sound, isn't anything quite so articulated. he isn't confused. he knows his thoughts, and he knows dreadfully well why ilias might ask them now. but,
shit. his leg's gone to sleep. isaac shakes it, makes another stupid, sleep-muddled sound. ]
What do I ... ?
[ truly, the wit to ensnare highborn blood. ]