[ Rafe busies himself getting as comfortable as he can manage, stuck between a new hole in his shoulder and the conversation they're having and that they're having the conversation in a mishmash pile of blankets and pillows and whatever else— And then Fenris says that.
Frozen in mid-motion, he turns to stare at the gargoyle next to him in sheer what the fuck, dude. ]
You what.
[ He knows he keeps saying it but: ]
Seriously? Not really seeing how that's anything close to a solution, my guy.
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cw: body dysmorphia, skin horror, implications of past sexual/physical abuse, past slavery, ptsd
Date: 2020-12-17 07:01 am (UTC)Frozen in mid-motion, he turns to stare at the gargoyle next to him in sheer what the fuck, dude. ]
You what.
[ He knows he keeps saying it but: ]
Seriously? Not really seeing how that's anything close to a solution, my guy.