or perhaps it's asked out of sheer sincerity, unknowing to the ways aventurine prefers to be treated. sex is always easier when there are no inconvenient feelings attached to it, when it comes with bruises and blood and empty beds come morning. sex is easier when consent is fleeting, when tongues don't dare hint at anything to do with personal feelings of affection.
his own ears twitch, alongside his smile. neither fall, or fold back, or give way to deeper feelings. there's only quiet, as though a measurement to the worth of his conversation, and the value of that future debt.
at least he has his hand back, but he's not quite yet sure what to do with it. easier, instead, to cant his head to the right, exposing that brand of his. it has long been pointless, pretending it isn't there. )
i HATE it thank you
or perhaps it's asked out of sheer sincerity, unknowing to the ways aventurine prefers to be treated. sex is always easier when there are no inconvenient feelings attached to it, when it comes with bruises and blood and empty beds come morning. sex is easier when consent is fleeting, when tongues don't dare hint at anything to do with personal feelings of affection.
his own ears twitch, alongside his smile. neither fall, or fold back, or give way to deeper feelings. there's only quiet, as though a measurement to the worth of his conversation, and the value of that future debt.
at least he has his hand back, but he's not quite yet sure what to do with it. easier, instead, to cant his head to the right, exposing that brand of his. it has long been pointless, pretending it isn't there. )
And if I say yes?