[ jayce is careful with his wording, deliberate— but mostly for himself. the crease between his brows enough of an indication that his worry was right there, on the money, but . . . ]
It should. I should hate it, [ jayce shakes his head during, ] but it doesn't, and I don't. Not when it feels like, [ he gestures, with his hand, before it flops back to resting his forearm on his thigh, and his hand thumbing the jeweled wrist. ] like that.
[ it made him feel alive, and warm, and better than anything he could imagine. healed him. made him stronger. it filled him up. by the time he realized what he was actually doing his mind's functionings were crossed, rewired. he should feel disgusted and horrified. ]
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It should. I should hate it, [ jayce shakes his head during, ] but it doesn't, and I don't. Not when it feels like, [ he gestures, with his hand, before it flops back to resting his forearm on his thigh, and his hand thumbing the jeweled wrist. ] like that.
[ it made him feel alive, and warm, and better than anything he could imagine. healed him. made him stronger. it filled him up. by the time he realized what he was actually doing his mind's functionings were crossed, rewired. he should feel disgusted and horrified. ]
And that's frightening.