PETER
Peter, at least, knows enough to brace himself, to try and stand steady in the face of what’s going to happen when he’s bitten. Of course, terror makes a really shitty base, and the ferocity that Edy bites him with just crumbles him down that much more, a surprised moan catching in his throat.
Fingers open and close, trying to grasp at something, anything, and finding that closeness in the way he’s pulled closer. His free arm, the one that isn’t being worried at like a dogs chew toy, wraps around Edy again, fingers twisting in her clothes as he presses his face into her chest and tries to muffle himself.
Fingers open and close, trying to grasp at something, anything, and finding that closeness in the way he’s pulled closer. His free arm, the one that isn’t being worried at like a dogs chew toy, wraps around Edy again, fingers twisting in her clothes as he presses his face into her chest and tries to muffle himself.
when i look at you all I can see
Are the mistakes were going to make
Are the mistakes were going to make
