Fen. The hell are you talking about. [ Waving a hand as if to clear the confusion from the air, his voice is flat with incomprehension, fully unable to wrap his head around what he's hearing. First and foremost, though— ] I don't get uncomfortable with making out.
[ Physicality is nothing new, hasn't been since the locker rooms of boarding schools who took in more in tuition than some national GNPs, had grown into something Rafe always took for granted. If he'd an interest, he'd express it to the fullest extent it was reciprocated and it most often was— But that was before, in a body he'd worked hard to build and sculpt and maintain to its best condition. Not in this warped mockery of what he used to be, skin literally falling off after rotting away. Of course Rafe is sure that there would've still been some determined souls willing to put up with that back home, desire for his money and his name outweighing the revulsion, but there's no such carrot here that could make up for the stick they'd get.
And yet here's Fenris talking out of his ass as if the pink-shaded beer goggles (ketamine goggles? whatever) weren't even a factor. Which...again. The hell is he talking about. ]
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cw: past drug use, body dysmorphia, skin shedding
Date: 2020-10-11 05:24 am (UTC)[ Physicality is nothing new, hasn't been since the locker rooms of boarding schools who took in more in tuition than some national GNPs, had grown into something Rafe always took for granted. If he'd an interest, he'd express it to the fullest extent it was reciprocated and it most often was— But that was before, in a body he'd worked hard to build and sculpt and maintain to its best condition. Not in this warped mockery of what he used to be, skin literally falling off after rotting away. Of course Rafe is sure that there would've still been some determined souls willing to put up with that back home, desire for his money and his name outweighing the revulsion, but there's no such carrot here that could make up for the stick they'd get.
And yet here's Fenris talking out of his ass as if the pink-shaded beer goggles (ketamine goggles? whatever) weren't even a factor. Which...again. The hell is he talking about. ]
There's nothing to control.