[ Bastien rubs his thumb along the skin between By’s ankle and tendon, while he talks. The Blight—he would have been twenty? Nineteen? A younger, skinnier version of the young, skinny man Bastien boosted through windows in hunt of ways to pay for food in Val Royeaux. Dozens of acquaintances, Bastien imagines, for a drink or a jaunt, but alone when it mattered. Crying in a city full of monsters.
It’s hard not to say fuck it to propriety and slide over to hold onto more of him than his ankle. But Bastien manages. He’ll make up for it later, the next occasion they have to fall asleep together, without explaining the strength of his grip. ]
I am not sure that says anything about your courage, By. It would take bravery to throw yourself off of a cliff, too, but then what?
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Date: 2021-03-28 03:55 am (UTC)It’s hard not to say fuck it to propriety and slide over to hold onto more of him than his ankle. But Bastien manages. He’ll make up for it later, the next occasion they have to fall asleep together, without explaining the strength of his grip. ]
I am not sure that says anything about your courage, By. It would take bravery to throw yourself off of a cliff, too, but then what?
[ He squeezes his ankle before releasing it. ]
How did you get that scar, at Ghislain?