[ He freezes, caught between his fear and shame and how incredible grounding it is to have that hand in his. Olivine sounds so content.
Had the mating bond done this? Had Basch addled the other unwittingly? Somehow that felt even worse than doing it on purpose. ]
I -- I'm sorry -- [ Is all he manages to whisper. He doesn't pull his hand away, but tension gathers in his chest, his face. He's ruined this. He's made something gentle and warm and alright ... broken. Monstrous.
But that's what he is now. He should have known better. He should have protected Olivine better.
The impulse to curl into the other for comfort even as he wants to bolt is wildly disorienting, and it results in his body tensing against the other. ]
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Had the mating bond done this? Had Basch addled the other unwittingly? Somehow that felt even worse than doing it on purpose. ]
I -- I'm sorry -- [ Is all he manages to whisper. He doesn't pull his hand away, but tension gathers in his chest, his face. He's ruined this. He's made something gentle and warm and alright ... broken. Monstrous.
But that's what he is now. He should have known better. He should have protected Olivine better.
The impulse to curl into the other for comfort even as he wants to bolt is wildly disorienting, and it results in his body tensing against the other. ]