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BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
[sub][W]isker[/sub]
graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ human au
Vale froze and nearly stumbled in vis trusty combat boots. Hand on face contact. Face on face touch. Could he feel the burning hidden under the paint, pulsing beneath vis skin? Gods, he was tender when he wanted.
And Vale? Vale broke a knuckle fracturing a skull. That was how Vale communicated with touch.
“Already calling me cute nicknames? You’re adorable.” The usual smirk flashed across vis face. And then ve could move normally, think normally. Why was it so much easier to punch mouths than to kiss them? “And a surprise! I love surprises.”
Ve dramatically tapped a black fingernail to vis jaw at Jor’s question. “I suppose it depends on the leg injury. I might just prefer to take a blood sample first, you know? But if you’re going to die, I can control myself long enough to call for an ambulance.”
Looping a few fingers through Jor’s hand, Vale rubbed an ear against Jor’s arm. Vale didn’t know why he always wore such formal attire; mens’ clothing was practically designed to diminish attention to the physique. He looked less swole than he was, than he felt like.
Ve bit vis tongue against this critique, chewed on vis thought, and finally settled on less acidic words. “It’s a shame. You’re more attractive than these joggers in the park, but only when you’re beating the shit out of a moron.”
YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★ And Vale? Vale broke a knuckle fracturing a skull. That was how Vale communicated with touch.
“Already calling me cute nicknames? You’re adorable.” The usual smirk flashed across vis face. And then ve could move normally, think normally. Why was it so much easier to punch mouths than to kiss them? “And a surprise! I love surprises.”
Ve dramatically tapped a black fingernail to vis jaw at Jor’s question. “I suppose it depends on the leg injury. I might just prefer to take a blood sample first, you know? But if you’re going to die, I can control myself long enough to call for an ambulance.”
Looping a few fingers through Jor’s hand, Vale rubbed an ear against Jor’s arm. Vale didn’t know why he always wore such formal attire; mens’ clothing was practically designed to diminish attention to the physique. He looked less swole than he was, than he felt like.
Ve bit vis tongue against this critique, chewed on vis thought, and finally settled on less acidic words. “It’s a shame. You’re more attractive than these joggers in the park, but only when you’re beating the shit out of a moron.”
BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
[sub][W]isker[/sub]
METAMORPHOSIS
all that is left is the change !
Descendants of the Departed ★ Inquisitor of Requiem's Creation
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