[ the bedroom, such as it is, is dark. it was dark last time and he hasn't bothered fixing the light. not when there's enough coming in from the workshop beyond. then again, they don't really need to see, and his dark vision is good enough. and he doubts david cares either way.
without any fresh conflicts to get them fighting, he lets david pull him in. he wouldn't have let that happen, ages ago; david's about the only one who's got the audacity to do it now. it's a little loosening of the control he lives and breathes, but only just a little, because he doesn't give up control easily. or ever. david's one of the rare few to challenge it outright.
with david already shirtless it's easy to get hands on him again. feeling out the muscles and scars, the bones and reminders of who this is. he does remember them, in fact. for everyone who comes down here. it's not something he could recall on a whim but with a touch - if it was completely pitch black, he'd still know this was david. not just from the tension and the burning anger he can feel under his skin but from everything, completely.
maybe it's not a good thing. but it's easy to ignore.
while one hand finds david's bare skin again, the other's at his throat almost immediately, trying to take back that inch of control he's given over by forcing david's head up and tilting it back. every wound and bruise he might have left is long since gone, like it's never been there. there's upsides and downsides to that, but right now, that just means there's space to mark again. ]
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without any fresh conflicts to get them fighting, he lets david pull him in. he wouldn't have let that happen, ages ago; david's about the only one who's got the audacity to do it now. it's a little loosening of the control he lives and breathes, but only just a little, because he doesn't give up control easily. or ever. david's one of the rare few to challenge it outright.
with david already shirtless it's easy to get hands on him again. feeling out the muscles and scars, the bones and reminders of who this is. he does remember them, in fact. for everyone who comes down here. it's not something he could recall on a whim but with a touch - if it was completely pitch black, he'd still know this was david. not just from the tension and the burning anger he can feel under his skin but from everything, completely.
maybe it's not a good thing. but it's easy to ignore.
while one hand finds david's bare skin again, the other's at his throat almost immediately, trying to take back that inch of control he's given over by forcing david's head up and tilting it back. every wound and bruise he might have left is long since gone, like it's never been there. there's upsides and downsides to that, but right now, that just means there's space to mark again. ]