Neron
In the back of his mind, Neron knows he ought to step back. He's done it before - this isn't his first rodeo, not by a long shot - but he has never been in a situation quite so exquisitely dangerous before. For all of the monsters he's faced (accidentally or othewise), this could be he closest he's danced with death, and it comes in the form of claw tipped fingers very nearly against his cheek.
Remi pushes his wrist further against his teeth and Neron complies, because of course he does, and if he angles himself closer to the other man, it's through no fault of his own (or so he tells himself). But eventually, of course, the creeping sensation of getting too close starts to bristle at him, and he drags himself away from Remi with a muted grumble of frustration. "There."
Remi pushes his wrist further against his teeth and Neron complies, because of course he does, and if he angles himself closer to the other man, it's through no fault of his own (or so he tells himself). But eventually, of course, the creeping sensation of getting too close starts to bristle at him, and he drags himself away from Remi with a muted grumble of frustration. "There."
i am mine
before i am ever anyone else’s
before i am ever anyone else’s
