[ Even without the hyperawareness, the overanalyzing scrutiny of every little detail and what it could mean and how to react, it'd be pretty goddamn difficult to miss the sudden shift in Fenris's everything. Rafe lets the kiss ride another moment before withdrawing, leaning back best he's able considering the rigor mortis hold keeping him in place.
In a way, it's a relief. A return to the order Rafe has come to understand here in Ryslig. Fenris had a good run, kept up the act a fair while but there's only so far a dry spell's desperation could take him when he's staring down a dead body in his bed. ...Nest. Whatever. ]
Thought I made it clear. [ His expression is closed off, eyes hard and words clipped and casual. ] If you're not into it, you're not into it.
cw: body dysmorphia, skin horror, implications of past sexual/physical abuse, past slavery, ptsd
In a way, it's a relief. A return to the order Rafe has come to understand here in Ryslig. Fenris had a good run, kept up the act a fair while but there's only so far a dry spell's desperation could take him when he's staring down a dead body in his bed. ...Nest. Whatever. ]
Thought I made it clear. [ His expression is closed off, eyes hard and words clipped and casual. ] If you're not into it, you're not into it.