[ In turn, he's had nearly six months of life. Six months of gaslamps and scarce electricity, of unrelenting terror and an unbridled sort of freedom that comes from a second shot. From being surrounded by people who don't know all the shit he did back home, to Max, to her dorky, shitty friends, to the town he left behind, to anyone who crossed him.
It's unfortunate then that seeing someone from home brings it all back, makes it too easy, begs him to put up barbed wire.
Her hand is soft when it grips his cheek, and he grins even wider. Anyone seeing them would think they're a pretty little pair. He has no grand plan, not really, not beyond getting under her skin. And it's... too easy a window she leaves open. ]
Oh, sweetheart, [ sighed in a voice that's put-on and saccharine. He would've used it on her mother. ] I've got everything to show you.
[ And he he tips forward, presses his mouth to hers, surprisingly chaste and gentle and entirely for show. ]
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It's unfortunate then that seeing someone from home brings it all back, makes it too easy, begs him to put up barbed wire.
Her hand is soft when it grips his cheek, and he grins even wider. Anyone seeing them would think they're a pretty little pair. He has no grand plan, not really, not beyond getting under her skin. And it's... too easy a window she leaves open. ]
Oh, sweetheart, [ sighed in a voice that's put-on and saccharine. He would've used it on her mother. ] I've got everything to show you.
[ And he he tips forward, presses his mouth to hers, surprisingly chaste and gentle and entirely for show. ]