Homelander snorts at first, Jon doesn't cut a very terrifying figure, standing there with his shoulder almost hunched and his eyes -so many eyes- narrowing in the sun. He would have snorted, should have pulled his fist back with every ounce of power he's regained and pounded Jon in to a very blood smear against the dirt-covered ground.
But he doesn't. The first few words sink in, brushed away as the desperate words of someone who was about to die. Painfully. For the sins he's committed, the main one being 'being too much of a asshole'. People would say all kinds of shit when they realized that their tiny lives were about to abruptly end.
But the more Jon talks, his voice low and almost hypnotic, slithering like slimy snails across Homelander's skin, the more he starts to hit on... he swallows thickly, hands clenching against his thighs as they drop down on their own accord. Jon just keeps talking, every word a fresh kind of poison, dripping filth in to his ear, pushing his fears in to his thundering heart.
Homelander gapes, blinking rapidly as blood rushes too hot and too hard in his ears. Fear, the soul-stabbing fear that someone, anyone would know about this- and someone like Jon? How could he possibly know? Did everyone know?
Shame floods him like being dropped in to ice water, terrifying and endlessly deep.
The last, most fucking horrible part, is the jack-rabbit sound of a heartbeat. He knows this, has had his head buried in Madelyn's amazing tits while he listened to it, her voice gentle and soothing in his ears and but it's not until Jon says it, spells it out, that he listens. The fear that drives that pulse so high, the metallic taste of terror laced through.
"What?"
He doesn't even look at Coraline, he just stands there, knees weak and feeling like he's about to throw up, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes.
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But he doesn't. The first few words sink in, brushed away as the desperate words of someone who was about to die. Painfully. For the sins he's committed, the main one being 'being too much of a asshole'. People would say all kinds of shit when they realized that their tiny lives were about to abruptly end.
But the more Jon talks, his voice low and almost hypnotic, slithering like slimy snails across Homelander's skin, the more he starts to hit on... he swallows thickly, hands clenching against his thighs as they drop down on their own accord. Jon just keeps talking, every word a fresh kind of poison, dripping filth in to his ear, pushing his fears in to his thundering heart.
Homelander gapes, blinking rapidly as blood rushes too hot and too hard in his ears. Fear, the soul-stabbing fear that someone, anyone would know about this- and someone like Jon? How could he possibly know? Did everyone know?
Shame floods him like being dropped in to ice water, terrifying and endlessly deep.
The last, most fucking horrible part, is the jack-rabbit sound of a heartbeat. He knows this, has had his head buried in Madelyn's amazing tits while he listened to it, her voice gentle and soothing in his ears and but it's not until Jon says it, spells it out, that he listens. The fear that drives that pulse so high, the metallic taste of terror laced through.
"What?"
He doesn't even look at Coraline, he just stands there, knees weak and feeling like he's about to throw up, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes.
"... how?"