[ Words are difficult when Bull asks- strung high and floating and gasping for breath he knows the answer; offers it in every shiver, in how he presses against Bull's chest for more of whatever he is willing to give. Shamelessly desperate while his brain clicks and winds until the words he wants comes to him- ]
Sì- sarò buono per te, lo prometto-
[ Common is beyond him right at the moment- when or if he'll regain it? He can't begin to imagine. He can't think past the dark promise in Bull's eyes, the rasp of his beard. ]
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Date: 2016-01-13 06:10 am (UTC)Sì- sarò buono per te, lo prometto-
[ Common is beyond him right at the moment- when or if he'll regain it? He can't begin to imagine. He can't think past the dark promise in Bull's eyes, the rasp of his beard. ]