[ When he first laid eyes on the remnants of the curse, he recalls his own surprise but did not wish to burden Will with his emotions. That seems to be the story of how he has carried on; his emotions have been a burden yet also a crutch through these long days.
To cherish each moment that he had with him; to anger at the injustice that he's suffered. The machinations of cruel men did this to him, and he would not stand for another to ruin him - even if that hand may be his own.
But wasn't that conceited? Wasn't that wrong? They've walked together and traveled through so much; he was one of his beginning companions but Will was Strohl's first. He was the first one he felt he could believe in; felt he could rely upon; felt he could die for without any regret.
It was such a heavy burden to put on another person that he feared what would happen if he let Will know how deep his feelings ran.
. . .
Certainly, it is nice to have these introspective thoughts as he's ripping the clothes off his own body.
His thoughts and actions are at odds with one another. That has always been a problem for him, in one way or another. Before it was because he spoke before he thought; then it became he thought before he spoke. To grow, he found new weaknesses, but he would always have one true vice.
He would give Will just about anything he asked for; in the hands of a wicked man, he knows that could spell so much ruin. But Will is ... Will. Fallible, hopeful, and good. A person who seeks out answers and questions his actions rather than believe himself to always be right.
His arms wrap around him, pulling him in close; naked flesh against naked flesh. He's kneeling slightly so that he can press his lips against where the mottled flesh is over his heart. Kissing the wounded area as he wanted to do when he first saw it. Running his hands and fingers over the shadows of those briars - believing his touch to be healing something deep in his soul. Or feeding into the fire of what is being created here.
Just tasting the skin under his mouth is enough to make his breath come out hard and heavy. It's a longing that he has denied himself yet is being allowed to indulge. ]
I can't promise it won't be suffocating... but what is in my heart is yours.
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Date: 2025-02-18 05:53 am (UTC)To cherish each moment that he had with him; to anger at the injustice that he's suffered. The machinations of cruel men did this to him, and he would not stand for another to ruin him - even if that hand may be his own.
But wasn't that conceited? Wasn't that wrong? They've walked together and traveled through so much; he was one of his beginning companions but Will was Strohl's first. He was the first one he felt he could believe in; felt he could rely upon; felt he could die for without any regret.
It was such a heavy burden to put on another person that he feared what would happen if he let Will know how deep his feelings ran.
.
.
.
Certainly, it is nice to have these introspective thoughts as he's ripping the clothes off his own body.
His thoughts and actions are at odds with one another. That has always been a problem for him, in one way or another. Before it was because he spoke before he thought; then it became he thought before he spoke. To grow, he found new weaknesses, but he would always have one true vice.
He would give Will just about anything he asked for; in the hands of a wicked man, he knows that could spell so much ruin. But Will is ... Will. Fallible, hopeful, and good. A person who seeks out answers and questions his actions rather than believe himself to always be right.
His arms wrap around him, pulling him in close; naked flesh against naked flesh. He's kneeling slightly so that he can press his lips against where the mottled flesh is over his heart. Kissing the wounded area as he wanted to do when he first saw it. Running his hands and fingers over the shadows of those briars - believing his touch to be healing something deep in his soul. Or feeding into the fire of what is being created here.
Just tasting the skin under his mouth is enough to make his breath come out hard and heavy. It's a longing that he has denied himself yet is being allowed to indulge. ]
I can't promise it won't be suffocating... but what is in my heart is yours.