[Close enough would have to be good enough for the ghouls. Cater's seemed satisfied that he was taking the pain that Idia had intended for himself, at the very least, and that's all that mattered in this moment. As for Idia's... well, it wasn't leaving him. This was good enough.
He hated this. Hated the pain. Hated how his emotions didn't quite feel like his own, but... if he wanted to leave, then he should be able to. There was nothing but his own will holding him here, or so it seemed, so clearly he wanted this just as much as Idia did, just as much as his continuing indicated. Complicity, if not consent.
Close enough.
He's not entirely sure which of them yelps when the mark is run over again, deeper, this time. Maybe it was him. Maybe it was Idia. Maybe the bond of pain extended in that moment to be a bond of reaction, too. What he does know is that Idia laughs, and he smiles in response, and somehow the bright, sunshiny grins of their school days are more impenetrable than this one.
It's raw. Disgusting. Something akin to real.]
Does that mean I'm your rose, then~?
[Real enough he doesn't hide behind third-person.]
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He hated this. Hated the pain. Hated how his emotions didn't quite feel like his own, but... if he wanted to leave, then he should be able to. There was nothing but his own will holding him here, or so it seemed, so clearly he wanted this just as much as Idia did, just as much as his continuing indicated. Complicity, if not consent.
Close enough.
He's not entirely sure which of them yelps when the mark is run over again, deeper, this time. Maybe it was him. Maybe it was Idia. Maybe the bond of pain extended in that moment to be a bond of reaction, too. What he does know is that Idia laughs, and he smiles in response, and somehow the bright, sunshiny grins of their school days are more impenetrable than this one.
It's raw. Disgusting. Something akin to real.]
Does that mean I'm your rose, then~?
[Real enough he doesn't hide behind third-person.]