[ Something in that looks almost breaks him, letting Dorian's hand rest against his throat. It's trust, Larus convinces himself, because who else does he have that he can really believe in while he's in this place? It's not the people he's brushed up against. It certainly isn't the encounter he's just come from that leaves a bitter weight in his chest and the distant reminder of being stabbed in the gut. He'd very well let Dorian have it all and not think twice about it, an abrupt realization that nearly has him pulling away to protect himself.
But no. He'd asked for this. Unknowingly, he'd let it happen.
With one of his hands now free, Larus shifts to rest it against the one at his neck. A light hold, nothing more. With nothing but his own strength, Dorian couldn't hurt him like this, and it's really not what he's terrified of anyhow, returning that look with something akin to affection. Heartbreak, if he's being honest, but when has Larus ever truly been honest with himself? ]
Then I'd be just like everyone else. [ Like every other monster out there. ] I can't do that – and I won't. Even if it hurts.
[ Because such pain tells him that he isn't entirely lost to it all. ]
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But no. He'd asked for this. Unknowingly, he'd let it happen.
With one of his hands now free, Larus shifts to rest it against the one at his neck. A light hold, nothing more. With nothing but his own strength, Dorian couldn't hurt him like this, and it's really not what he's terrified of anyhow, returning that look with something akin to affection. Heartbreak, if he's being honest, but when has Larus ever truly been honest with himself? ]
Then I'd be just like everyone else. [ Like every other monster out there. ] I can't do that – and I won't. Even if it hurts.
[ Because such pain tells him that he isn't entirely lost to it all. ]