[ He lets himself fall over Theo, lying against him warm even in the glass of his altered skin, purring contented rumbling noises against his chest.
Half his body stings from those nails, the other aches from exertion and bites. But it's good, to ache from something so perfect. To feel pain, and good pain, on his own terms instead of the slow agony of the tower consuming him ilm by ilm.
It takes him a while to slide down from on top of Theo's body to his side. When he does, he sets about stroking fingertips softly over his hip. ]
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Half his body stings from those nails, the other aches from exertion and bites. But it's good, to ache from something so perfect. To feel pain, and good pain, on his own terms instead of the slow agony of the tower consuming him ilm by ilm.
It takes him a while to slide down from on top of Theo's body to his side. When he does, he sets about stroking fingertips softly over his hip. ]
I imagine you will be wanting your sight back.