[ his eyes finally flutter to a close the moment her lips press against damaged flesh, quick to assume that his body is all she's come to him for, regardless of how brutalized it's become. he doesn't have much else to offer, after all, with a heart that's too charred to function properly, unable to beat without aching. and still he allows it, every time, because he knows that's all he can give her. it's all he knows how to give her. and even that alone is wrong of him.
you don't know that, he's tempted to say, always expecting the worst, always waiting for anything good in his life to be stripped away from him. an expectant smirk starts across battered mouth, his body already shifting, turning around to allow darkened gaze to meet her own. ] You're saying you'll be quiet?
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you don't know that, he's tempted to say, always expecting the worst, always waiting for anything good in his life to be stripped away from him. an expectant smirk starts across battered mouth, his body already shifting, turning around to allow darkened gaze to meet her own. ] You're saying you'll be quiet?