[ a weapon turned against us. his heart, already beating so rapidly he fears it might burst from the cage of his chest, thunders now. how can he know? laurent has never spoken of the shame marking his youth, the stains that won't lift even now, the tainted rot of his bloodline at his uncle's hands. tension holds him so tightly he could shatter at a single touch. he fears aspen will touch him and it will be his undoing, his blue eyes wide in the darkness, his breath tensely measured.
he moves first, before the thought can fester, his hand wrapping around aspen's throat to slam his slim body back against the hard edges of the table. a series of hollow cracks sound as aspen's bad wing is crushed behind him, laurent's knee pressed with relentless force against his ribcage. ]
You take liberties. [ his fingers tighten around aspen's throat, hard enough to leave the imprint of bruises against delicate flesh. his rage blinds him to all logic and reason, feeding into one singular desire to mask the agonizing intimacy of his own shame. ] We don't share a story. Presume as such again and I'll toss you into the Tempest.
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he moves first, before the thought can fester, his hand wrapping around aspen's throat to slam his slim body back against the hard edges of the table. a series of hollow cracks sound as aspen's bad wing is crushed behind him, laurent's knee pressed with relentless force against his ribcage. ]
You take liberties. [ his fingers tighten around aspen's throat, hard enough to leave the imprint of bruises against delicate flesh. his rage blinds him to all logic and reason, feeding into one singular desire to mask the agonizing intimacy of his own shame. ] We don't share a story. Presume as such again and I'll toss you into the Tempest.