[god. he really was getting off on this. drugs or no drugs, something about pegasus draws him in. he should know better. hate, hate, hate still runs through his hazy mind; he barely keeps those awful memories at bay. memories of a time when he languished in the darkest of dungeons, staring off into nothingness. becoming nothing, little by little.
but it's hard to think about that now. the drug may be loosening his hold, allowing for some clarity, but it doesn't change that he wants it, this something, this someone.]
I suggest you decide. And decide fast. Whatever it is that you want.
[it's a real effort to get the words out. the hand that slides between pegasus' legs should say more than enough, however.]
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but it's hard to think about that now. the drug may be loosening his hold, allowing for some clarity, but it doesn't change that he wants it, this something, this someone.]
I suggest you decide. And decide fast. Whatever it is that you want.
[it's a real effort to get the words out. the hand that slides between pegasus' legs should say more than enough, however.]
Or else you're going to be very, very sore.