[ The warmth of Koby's memories is as tempting as it is painful; lured, Armand leans into the gentle recollections of broad hands and sweet green eyes, those low rolling New York vowels. Yeah, and then what? He had been touched by those same hands on that same couch. He'd been trying to forget, flinching himself away from those moments as if from a flame that will burn if he gets too close. His lips part around his sharp teeth, a low and mournful noise rising from his throat as he reaches for more, grief filling him anew -- and is denied, as Koby draws them both back to the present.
The loss and the thought of the loneliness stretching before him into eternity makes him shiver and draw in hitching breaths, more pink-edged tears breaking on his eyelashes, wetting his gills. Like Koby, his heart was irreparably broken so long ago, innocence doused too early for it to ever heal. The both of them have been left in the pieces, empty as the plastic eggshell floating on the lake's surface. And oh, it hurts.
He moves closer through the water, sliding into the shallows. He's too full of longing and animal hunger to be rational. Koby understands. Koby will be able to help him and warm him. He's so very, very sad. ]
Tell me you love me. [ Shameless pleading. His wet curls hang in his eyes. He lifts a dripping hand, reaching for Koby. ] Please, Koby.
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The loss and the thought of the loneliness stretching before him into eternity makes him shiver and draw in hitching breaths, more pink-edged tears breaking on his eyelashes, wetting his gills. Like Koby, his heart was irreparably broken so long ago, innocence doused too early for it to ever heal. The both of them have been left in the pieces, empty as the plastic eggshell floating on the lake's surface. And oh, it hurts.
He moves closer through the water, sliding into the shallows. He's too full of longing and animal hunger to be rational. Koby understands. Koby will be able to help him and warm him. He's so very, very sad. ]
Tell me you love me. [ Shameless pleading. His wet curls hang in his eyes. He lifts a dripping hand, reaching for Koby. ] Please, Koby.