[ Sylvain has never known where he was going, not really. It had never been his to decide. That, like everything in his life, would have been decided for him, so he'd never let himself worry about it.
Never let himself want anything, either. That had been just as pointless. He'd learned from a very young age that letting himself want something just meant it hurt all the more when it was snatched away, or denied him.
He feels weird, having Basch be the one to comfort him over this, when Basch was apparently the one anticipating being discarded, or grown tired of. He wraps his arms around the other man, drawing him closer, even as he buried his face against his throat. Just holding him. ]
That's probably a good thing, then. Since I've no fucking idea, if I'm honest.
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Date: 2024-06-07 01:04 am (UTC)Never let himself want anything, either. That had been just as pointless. He'd learned from a very young age that letting himself want something just meant it hurt all the more when it was snatched away, or denied him.
He feels weird, having Basch be the one to comfort him over this, when Basch was apparently the one anticipating being discarded, or grown tired of. He wraps his arms around the other man, drawing him closer, even as he buried his face against his throat. Just holding him. ]
That's probably a good thing, then. Since I've no fucking idea, if I'm honest.