[ Zevran bites down on his bottom lip to muffle the sound, brain swinging wildly between endure and enjoy, nerves a skittering jangle. Don't cry out, don't flinch, don't think, be elsewhere and he's scrabbling to not go there- the place the Crows taught him of that is cold and hard edged and no comfort whatsoever. He does not wish to sink, he wishes to glide. The voice, the heat, the hand yank him back from all those bone deep instincts and he relaxes. Swallows the word that had been on his tongue.
Enjoy, not endure.
No one that had beat him before had been so steady, been so kind in their strikes. This is good. This is safe. He leans back into the next hit, breath hitching sharply. ]
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Date: 2016-01-04 08:05 pm (UTC)[ Zevran bites down on his bottom lip to muffle the sound, brain swinging wildly between endure and enjoy, nerves a skittering jangle. Don't cry out, don't flinch, don't think, be elsewhere and he's scrabbling to not go there- the place the Crows taught him of that is cold and hard edged and no comfort whatsoever. He does not wish to sink, he wishes to glide. The voice, the heat, the hand yank him back from all those bone deep instincts and he relaxes. Swallows the word that had been on his tongue.
Enjoy, not endure.
No one that had beat him before had been so steady, been so kind in their strikes. This is good. This is safe. He leans back into the next hit, breath hitching sharply. ]
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