[ he doesn't know why that sounds odd to him. safer than he'll ever be? why? how? but maybe it simply means he's not a target like larus obvious is, using what little energy he can muster to at least help dorian get him upright onto his feet. the weight of it is agonizing, gritting his teeth to the point of pain just for something different to focus on. of course, his thoughts flits between two separate things instead: the warmth of the body pressed to his and the blood that comes with it.
his vision is already too obscured, but he notices when they're inside, hating how out of control everything is. his movements, his inability to remain standing on his own. larus feels himself drift towards unconsciousness again as soon as he's on the ground; the squeeze of pressure around his thighs drags him out of it and into a question he'd feared.
he still does, but he's so thirsty — ]
I can't. [ there's force behind the words. ] Not– not from you.
[ personal as it is, he'll never get the taste of him out of his mind if it happens. he'll crave it until it drives him mad, and in some asinine attempt to put space between them, larus pushes backwards. but there's no strength to it, simply crushing into the box behind him and smearing more blood everywhere. ]
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his vision is already too obscured, but he notices when they're inside, hating how out of control everything is. his movements, his inability to remain standing on his own. larus feels himself drift towards unconsciousness again as soon as he's on the ground; the squeeze of pressure around his thighs drags him out of it and into a question he'd feared.
he still does, but he's so thirsty — ]
I can't. [ there's force behind the words. ] Not– not from you.
[ personal as it is, he'll never get the taste of him out of his mind if it happens. he'll crave it until it drives him mad, and in some asinine attempt to put space between them, larus pushes backwards. but there's no strength to it, simply crushing into the box behind him and smearing more blood everywhere. ]