[ It isn't the first time Rafe's heard that hiss, though it is the first it's been directed at him. Or because of him. As such he barely blinks at the sound, not when there's all the rest that follows out of Fenris's mouth. That is blink-worthy if not for the apparent intent then sure as hell for the sheer volume which...seems to only be a fraction of it, from the way Fenris seems to stop himself.
Silence stretches on once the elf stops talking because Rafe can't stop staring. Isn't as if he can do anything else considering his brain is too busy flashing blue screens trying to process Fenris's words, all incompatible with what he knows. Eventually, a response finally puts itself together and makes it way out of Rafe's throat. ]
Bullshit.
[ A disbelieving huff of a laugh, a grimacing smile waiting for the punchline to what must obviously be a joke. ]
I mean, you didn't even want to fuck around before I looked like— How could you possibly want to now?
cw: past drug use, body dysmorphia
Silence stretches on once the elf stops talking because Rafe can't stop staring. Isn't as if he can do anything else considering his brain is too busy flashing blue screens trying to process Fenris's words, all incompatible with what he knows. Eventually, a response finally puts itself together and makes it way out of Rafe's throat. ]
Bullshit.
[ A disbelieving huff of a laugh, a grimacing smile waiting for the punchline to what must obviously be a joke. ]
I mean, you didn't even want to fuck around before I looked like— How could you possibly want to now?