[He remembers the crack of the arrow. He remembers his posture, how he seemed big, bigger, taking up all the space he owned over Equius.]
You're speaking in the past tense.
[He remembers pleasure, shameful pleasure curdling under his skin when he talked down to him, when he regarded him as the waste of a troll he was in the presence of his better and the blue that rushed first to his cheeks, making him too hot, too startled, he could have never lifted a hand to him and then the string was around his neck and everything was too much. Too much indulgence, too much horror and hot syrup running its way through his stomach he had wanted but then.
The world went black and while his feelings hadn't been proper at all, disgusting wretched glorious and sweet what had happened had been proper. Gamzee was free to do with him as he pleased, what happened between them was proper and troll-like but then the pit in his stomach finally appears because Nepeta and she was never meant to be involved and what happened to him does not matter but this is his moirail and
he didn't live up to his quadrant afterall.
And that is a big damn problem.]
[He goes rigid underneath her. Because something is very close to snapping.]
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You're speaking in the past tense.
[He remembers pleasure, shameful pleasure curdling under his skin when he talked down to him, when he regarded him as the waste of a troll he was in the presence of his better and the blue that rushed first to his cheeks, making him too hot, too startled, he could have never lifted a hand to him and then the string was around his neck and everything was too much. Too much indulgence, too much horror and hot syrup running its way through his stomach he had wanted but then.
The world went black and while his feelings hadn't been proper at all, disgusting wretched glorious and sweet what had happened had been proper. Gamzee was free to do with him as he pleased, what happened between them was proper and troll-like but then the pit in his stomach finally appears because Nepeta and she was never meant to be involved and what happened to him does not matter but this is his moirail and
he didn't live up to his quadrant afterall.
And that is a big damn problem.]
[He goes rigid underneath her. Because something is very close to snapping.]