[Fenris doesn't have many memories of his youth, but he can almost see it clear as day right now. He can feel the sting on his face, his cheek left red, his head snapped to the side, eyes wide. The reprimand whispers into his ear, stern and dangerous, and Fenris swallows his anger the best he can — but it's not enough.
His teeth clench together and his arm raises...he remembers how many times he stared at the cheese knife on the side table, how he wanted to grab it — he never had the nerve to turn it on Danarius but he almost feels like he has the courage now.
His claws go right for Rafe's shoulder, digs in and pushes, trying desperately to give himself some space...time...a moment of defiance even if he'll pay for it later. His eyes are wide and they glow, a lot of good it does now, but somewhere else in his mind he's reaching inside, twisting and clawing, clenching and tearing muscle.]
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winterfish
cw: body dysmorphia, skin horror, implications of past sexual/physical abuse, past slavery, ptsd
Date: 2020-12-07 02:57 am (UTC)His teeth clench together and his arm raises...he remembers how many times he stared at the cheese knife on the side table, how he wanted to grab it — he never had the nerve to turn it on Danarius but he almost feels like he has the courage now.
His claws go right for Rafe's shoulder, digs in and pushes, trying desperately to give himself some space...time...a moment of defiance even if he'll pay for it later. His eyes are wide and they glow, a lot of good it does now, but somewhere else in his mind he's reaching inside, twisting and clawing, clenching and tearing muscle.]