I am on my knees, on the ground, [ He reminds her, strained and perhaps more than a little confused at the turn of the conversation, somehow, ] biting my tongue to prevent myself from begging you to fuck me, my body is calling for you, and you think that you could never be what I want? I don't understand. [ His breath comes out a little labored, and his voice a little needy, but that is only 80% due to the hormones currently raging within his body. ]
Do you hate me?
[ It comes out quiet, that question. He can hear so many things. The way their panting breaths are in unison even though they aren't in contact, even though neither of them tried to cause that to happen on purpose. He can hear her boots on the ground, and the wind blowing through abandoned creaking spaces around them. Lamentis-1 developed further, here, in this timeline. ]
You don't have to tell me. [ He swallows, and struggles to his feet. ] I'd leave but I can't. So just... I don't know. I need you. But that doesn't mean I have to stay if you want me to leave.
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Do you hate me?
[ It comes out quiet, that question. He can hear so many things. The way their panting breaths are in unison even though they aren't in contact, even though neither of them tried to cause that to happen on purpose. He can hear her boots on the ground, and the wind blowing through abandoned creaking spaces around them. Lamentis-1 developed further, here, in this timeline. ]
You don't have to tell me. [ He swallows, and struggles to his feet. ] I'd leave but I can't. So just... I don't know. I need you. But that doesn't mean I have to stay if you want me to leave.