{ he hates it. he hates not being able to control what is happening to him, or that his mind is fracturing as if someone is purposely drilling into it. for someone with an ability to heal fairly quick, his body didn't give his mind the memo. instead, it's reaching to rent out to unwanted visitors that are telling him suffering truths. it adds to the simmering anger, one that seems to be misdirected.
isn't that was they wanted? for them to give into it. it's easy, to allow those instincts he usually carefully puts away, making them chaos at sight. it's essentially posturing, the way they are close to one another and louis can feel the mingling of their breaths, the air hot upon his face from the proximity. his lips end up in a half snarl, one that keeps his fangs in sight. he'll pay the role, if only out of his not knowing steve as a person. the pit hasn't been kind, and louis is tired, which leads into the irritable. he's more than ready, if the other tries to get even more physical. part of him might be acting out to see if steve is capable of holding louis back. the plea is buried under the anger. }
It seems I'm not the only one. You should have a broken rib. { it wouldn't be his intent, but he sometimes forgets his strength. despite his hearing being spotty, he would have heard the crack. the man is sturdy, far more than an average human. the way he digs into the grip, it's strong. if applied with more pressure, it could bruise. it appeals to the rage he's trying to keep inside. he almost wants to encourage the grip. whatever has been manifesting from the ritual is uncovering parts more raw than he wants, but in it he can't ignore the inevitable — he finally feels something when he's been numb for decades. it's terribly tempting to keep appealing to it. his voice is low, fingers pressing onto steve's chest as he pinches his shirt. }
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isn't that was they wanted? for them to give into it. it's easy, to allow those instincts he usually carefully puts away, making them chaos at sight. it's essentially posturing, the way they are close to one another and louis can feel the mingling of their breaths, the air hot upon his face from the proximity. his lips end up in a half snarl, one that keeps his fangs in sight. he'll pay the role, if only out of his not knowing steve as a person. the pit hasn't been kind, and louis is tired, which leads into the irritable. he's more than ready, if the other tries to get even more physical. part of him might be acting out to see if steve is capable of holding louis back. the plea is buried under the anger. }
It seems I'm not the only one. You should have a broken rib. { it wouldn't be his intent, but he sometimes forgets his strength. despite his hearing being spotty, he would have heard the crack. the man is sturdy, far more than an average human. the way he digs into the grip, it's strong. if applied with more pressure, it could bruise. it appeals to the rage he's trying to keep inside. he almost wants to encourage the grip. whatever has been manifesting from the ritual is uncovering parts more raw than he wants, but in it he can't ignore the inevitable — he finally feels something when he's been numb for decades. it's terribly tempting to keep appealing to it. his voice is low, fingers pressing onto steve's chest as he pinches his shirt. }
I'm a vampire. What about it?