[ Pain’s an old friend at this point, familiar as dust and the fee of sunlight against the skin. Gabe slows his breathing down deliberately so he won’t flinch. What happens happens. He bleeds because that’s the game, because it’s either this one sacrifice or something worse—that neither of them will be able to control. You learn to take certain things in this life, to survive them even if you never accept them.
His smile doesn’t waver as he takes the knife back. Shit happens. This is just business. But he steps closer and taps his fingers against the stranger’s arm, feeling for the skin of the given canvas because he doesn’t actually want to be a dick about this and cut through a scar. He hums a little, offering no warning before he cuts. Sharp and quick, just deep enough to bleed.
The shackles drop with a loud click. ]
And we didn’t even fuck. The locals must be losing their touch. [ He sighs loudly, mock-disappointed, as he wipes the blade clean. ] Guess this is the part where we say hi. What’d I call you?
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His smile doesn’t waver as he takes the knife back. Shit happens. This is just business. But he steps closer and taps his fingers against the stranger’s arm, feeling for the skin of the given canvas because he doesn’t actually want to be a dick about this and cut through a scar. He hums a little, offering no warning before he cuts. Sharp and quick, just deep enough to bleed.
The shackles drop with a loud click. ]
And we didn’t even fuck. The locals must be losing their touch. [ He sighs loudly, mock-disappointed, as he wipes the blade clean. ] Guess this is the part where we say hi. What’d I call you?