[ And there's that calm, assured smirk in spite of himself, in spite of every inch of dead skin hanging loose from his leathering body. A moment where he feels and acts like himself rather than—
The one saving grace is that he doesn't take too long to realize the difference and trip up on that step between was and is. That laughter definitely helps distract. ]
But back to what you will do again... [ He arches an eyebrow, fingertips drumming light against blue scales. ] I seem to recall a lot of tongue.
cw: body dysmorphia/horror, implications of past sexual/physical abuse, past slavery, ptsd
[ And there's that calm, assured smirk in spite of himself, in spite of every inch of dead skin hanging loose from his leathering body. A moment where he feels and acts like himself rather than—
The one saving grace is that he doesn't take too long to realize the difference and trip up on that step between was and is. That laughter definitely helps distract. ]
But back to what you will do again... [ He arches an eyebrow, fingertips drumming light against blue scales. ] I seem to recall a lot of tongue.