It closes ever-searching eyes. Cools the rampant frenzy of a self-protective mind that fears the world and dreads what's coming, and knows— albeit unmalignly— how to see enemies in friends. 'Family'. Strangers. As if there is no difference. As if everything is a mask to bring Cazador's cruelty closer, and there is no end to its venomous outreach, and there is no peace save for when he's broken under, and there is—
A tiredness to his smile once his gaze slips open once again.
There is a handsome elf before him, holding all his grievous sins between his palms, and swearing just to love it.]
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Deeper still than that.
It closes ever-searching eyes. Cools the rampant frenzy of a self-protective mind that fears the world and dreads what's coming, and knows— albeit unmalignly— how to see enemies in friends. 'Family'. Strangers. As if there is no difference. As if everything is a mask to bring Cazador's cruelty closer, and there is no end to its venomous outreach, and there is no peace save for when he's broken under, and there is—
A tiredness to his smile once his gaze slips open once again.
There is a handsome elf before him, holding all his grievous sins between his palms, and swearing just to love it.]
I don't feel it tonight.