[ Hei wants to argue. But he has no energy for it. His body is a slump against the chair, the dying sunlight smearing against the wall in washes of pink and gold, a sense of nausea and tiredness and soul weariness. She tells him not to worry about what she needs. But he can't help it. Inside, he is tangled up in a place where grimness knots with vulnerability and faint disgust. It needles him, that she should, even now, offer her affections up so unstintingly. What is the rent, the tear, the unstitched flaw in her. that makes men like him attractive to her at all? ]
[ He needs to look inside her. Not out. Maybe he's only the outward manifestation of some interior wound she's failed to attend to properly. ]
[ He wants to tell her that. But with her so close, he can't entirely focus. So instead he tips up her chin to kiss her, deep and fierce, on the mouth, his mind whirling but his body entirely still, as though all his usual simmering energy has zeroed in on one locus. ]
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Date: 2015-01-01 11:20 pm (UTC)[ He needs to look inside her. Not out. Maybe he's only the outward manifestation of some interior wound she's failed to attend to properly. ]
[ He wants to tell her that. But with her so close, he can't entirely focus. So instead he tips up her chin to kiss her, deep and fierce, on the mouth, his mind whirling but his body entirely still, as though all his usual simmering energy has zeroed in on one locus. ]