[ He holds Fenris's gaze and his chin tips up to keep it with Fenris's increasing height, a defiant stare daring him to prove all these declarations true even as his jaw clenches with the ready expectation to be right. Again. As always.
Rafe prides himself on seeing the sense of things, of being able to break down a situation into its base components. Current state, causal factors, individual motive, probable action, likely consequences. It's a skill others used for the boardroom or scoping out a financial quarter as it dipped and soared along to sketch out the Dow, but he uses it for everything. Why not? Time and again it proved correct, proved Rafe correct, with such a minimal margin of error that it oughtn't even be counted.
And so he applies the same precise scalpel to this. To now. To Fenris... And comes up uncertain. On its face it's impossible for any number of reasons: their arrival here in the first place; their disparate species, fiction coming to pointy-eared life before his eyes; their continuing transformations into things best left to that fiction. Yet still the most improbable of all still hangs over everything else: that Rafe is doing all these calculations and predictions and weighing in a dead brain, in a dead body, skin peeling off in patches.
Second most improbable is any truth to Fenris stating that he'd still hold interest in that — and never mind the certainty brimming in the words every time he's said them.
So then why say it? Why walk closer—? Rafe's eyes flash cool and bright as he attempts to build a narrative that fits. Fenris, stubborn to cling to use and control in spite of the alcohol and drugs, but thinking too highly of Rafe's ego to want to disparage him by admitting the disgust he has to feel? Hence the repeated assurances— But aha! A pause. Seemingly ready proof of his theory, that Fenris needs a moment to steel himself to get any closer. Maybe his new nose can smell the decay that must linger around Rafe, has to be in his current state. ]
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cw: implications of sexual abuse, past alcohol/drug use, body dysmorphia
Date: 2020-10-13 04:58 am (UTC)[ He holds Fenris's gaze and his chin tips up to keep it with Fenris's increasing height, a defiant stare daring him to prove all these declarations true even as his jaw clenches with the ready expectation to be right. Again. As always.
Rafe prides himself on seeing the sense of things, of being able to break down a situation into its base components. Current state, causal factors, individual motive, probable action, likely consequences. It's a skill others used for the boardroom or scoping out a financial quarter as it dipped and soared along to sketch out the Dow, but he uses it for everything. Why not? Time and again it proved correct, proved Rafe correct, with such a minimal margin of error that it oughtn't even be counted.
And so he applies the same precise scalpel to this. To now. To Fenris... And comes up uncertain. On its face it's impossible for any number of reasons: their arrival here in the first place; their disparate species, fiction coming to pointy-eared life before his eyes; their continuing transformations into things best left to that fiction. Yet still the most improbable of all still hangs over everything else: that Rafe is doing all these calculations and predictions and weighing in a dead brain, in a dead body, skin peeling off in patches.
Second most improbable is any truth to Fenris stating that he'd still hold interest in that — and never mind the certainty brimming in the words every time he's said them.
So then why say it? Why walk closer—? Rafe's eyes flash cool and bright as he attempts to build a narrative that fits. Fenris, stubborn to cling to use and control in spite of the alcohol and drugs, but thinking too highly of Rafe's ego to want to disparage him by admitting the disgust he has to feel? Hence the repeated assurances— But aha! A pause. Seemingly ready proof of his theory, that Fenris needs a moment to steel himself to get any closer. Maybe his new nose can smell the decay that must linger around Rafe, has to be in his current state. ]