[If Ain thinks that look is adorable, just wait until they really get into it, because Wolfwood is just drunk enough that he's starting to...slip. He's backsliding into a headspace he didn't know existed, but one that feels inviting and safe. It feels...
It's hard for him to explain, actually. Just like something he's never confronted before. A part of himself he's never confronted.
His breath shakes its way out of him as he exhales, and for a moment it's hard to tell whether he's going to respond at all. There's this last thread holding him back, pulling on him and reminding him that if he goes down this path, that's it. No turning back from it.
...
He tilts his head back a bit further, eyes fluttering to slivers.]
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It's hard for him to explain, actually. Just like something he's never confronted before. A part of himself he's never confronted.
His breath shakes its way out of him as he exhales, and for a moment it's hard to tell whether he's going to respond at all. There's this last thread holding him back, pulling on him and reminding him that if he goes down this path, that's it. No turning back from it.
...
He tilts his head back a bit further, eyes fluttering to slivers.]
...please. P...please move.