[It wasn't real, but it was closer to real than anything they'd had yet - either here or before. Sure, they probably could have come closer without causing - receiving - pain, but...
That was a hypothetical for a better time, a better place.
Idia starts to cry, and there's an odd, cathartic release of emotion that comes with the tears. He doesn't cry, in turn, but watching him, feeling the tears run over his hands like Idia is surely feeling his blood on his... It's something. It cements the reality of the experience.
The glass drags further, and he whimpers, high and pathetic, but that's not enough to answer the question. He knows it isn't.]
Mmhm. It hurts... but this isn't enough for you, right? Look at it, it definitely won't leave a mark once it heals.
[...It might, actually, but what was having boundaries in this self-hate spiral, anyway? He did promise he'd show the worst of himself, after all.]
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That was a hypothetical for a better time, a better place.
Idia starts to cry, and there's an odd, cathartic release of emotion that comes with the tears. He doesn't cry, in turn, but watching him, feeling the tears run over his hands like Idia is surely feeling his blood on his... It's something. It cements the reality of the experience.
The glass drags further, and he whimpers, high and pathetic, but that's not enough to answer the question. He knows it isn't.]
Mmhm. It hurts... but this isn't enough for you, right? Look at it, it definitely won't leave a mark once it heals.
[...It might, actually, but what was having boundaries in this self-hate spiral, anyway? He did promise he'd show the worst of himself, after all.]