"I would never regret you," is immediate. Thoughtless, even. Half-mad with lust, but convinced that nothing about Joshua will be something that he regrets; it'll only the spontaneity and thoughtlessness of his own actions that will haunt him, when he comes to.
His too-hot hands still wander over Joshua's face, then downwards. Over his now-bruised neck, down to his collar, then over his chest. He wants to commit every inch of Joshua to memory, but it strikes him that they're on hard ground and cold gravel, with not even a bedroll to cushion themβ even through his rut, his protectiveness flares above his need to pry Joshua open and claim him.
This is his brother. His beloved brother, who he'd thought he'd lost forever. Who he'd seen be mauled and mutilated, torn apart as he was helpless to do anything but watch. And so, he shudders through his basest instincts, and slowly starts to pry himself away from that enticing, perfect smell.
"They'll look for me," he rasps. They, referring to the Sanbrequois. "But wherever you go, I'll follow. Please."
Where are they? Clive distantly remembers Aevis saying something about Northreach being close, and how they'll never have the luxury of visiting The Veil.
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Date: 2025-12-14 01:06 pm (UTC)His too-hot hands still wander over Joshua's face, then downwards. Over his now-bruised neck, down to his collar, then over his chest. He wants to commit every inch of Joshua to memory, but it strikes him that they're on hard ground and cold gravel, with not even a bedroll to cushion themβ even through his rut, his protectiveness flares above his need to pry Joshua open and claim him.
This is his brother. His beloved brother, who he'd thought he'd lost forever. Who he'd seen be mauled and mutilated, torn apart as he was helpless to do anything but watch. And so, he shudders through his basest instincts, and slowly starts to pry himself away from that enticing, perfect smell.
"They'll look for me," he rasps. They, referring to the Sanbrequois. "But wherever you go, I'll follow. Please."
Where are they? Clive distantly remembers Aevis saying something about Northreach being close, and how they'll never have the luxury of visiting The Veil.