( neither sound particularly appealing. kirma doesn’t say as much, but his ears do sink a little lower. try to relax, he says, as if it were so easy; he’s sure if their positions were reversed, for whatever reason, esi would be shrieking and fighting the whole way, kiss or no kiss. )
Just get it over with.
( if anything’s going to do him in tonight, it’s the anticipation. kirma is no stranger to suffering, nor the bad luck that leads him there. enduring it is easy… once he’s no longer waiting for the shoe to drop. (or the knife, as it were.) his hand clenches into a fist briefly, gripping esi’s fingers tight, before letting go. a signal of sorts. he’s as ready as he’ll ever be.
he finds himself unable to meet the sparkle in esi’s gaze, and stares dully at the floor, instead. a man awaiting his execution. )
no subject
Just get it over with.
( if anything’s going to do him in tonight, it’s the anticipation. kirma is no stranger to suffering, nor the bad luck that leads him there. enduring it is easy… once he’s no longer waiting for the shoe to drop. (or the knife, as it were.) his hand clenches into a fist briefly, gripping esi’s fingers tight, before letting go. a signal of sorts. he’s as ready as he’ll ever be.
he finds himself unable to meet the sparkle in esi’s gaze, and stares dully at the floor, instead. a man awaiting his execution. )