[jiho really believes that he's empty. he jokes about being soulless and heartless, and it doesn't hurt, which just reinforces the idea that he's soulless. heartless. he doesn't envy rook the task of trying to find anything inside of him.
but it's there. the strings are a little easier to grasp when he looks at rook, when he thinks about how nice his eyes look with his skin color, tan and gold. warmth.]
It's not as important as people think it is.
[kissing. kissing is important. and touching. being comfortable with someone. belonging. these are the things that jiho wants, a lust that stirs different parts of his body. there's a mumbled fine in response to rook's question.
and then the whisper, and jiho feels like he's had ice water dumped over him.]
Him. He's the one.
[oh. shit. and rook sounds so small as he says it, and maybe it's the pain and the blood loss, or maybe it's his fucking rage, but jiho suddenly feels a little dizzy. he ends up slumping forward, forehead resting against the demon's shoulder, voice shaky as he speaks.]
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but it's there. the strings are a little easier to grasp when he looks at rook, when he thinks about how nice his eyes look with his skin color, tan and gold. warmth.]
It's not as important as people think it is.
[kissing. kissing is important. and touching. being comfortable with someone. belonging. these are the things that jiho wants, a lust that stirs different parts of his body. there's a mumbled fine in response to rook's question.
and then the whisper, and jiho feels like he's had ice water dumped over him.]
Him. He's the one.
[oh. shit. and rook sounds so small as he says it, and maybe it's the pain and the blood loss, or maybe it's his fucking rage, but jiho suddenly feels a little dizzy. he ends up slumping forward, forehead resting against the demon's shoulder, voice shaky as he speaks.]
I'm sorry.