[ In another timeline with less liquor in it, Bastien says are you trying to seduce me, Monsieur le chevrier, and slips free of really feeling what Byerly is saying before it’s too much. In this one, he’s still damp where Byerly cried about loving him so much, tears washing away the defenses the alcohol hadn’t already swept to sea. So it lands on his chest like a square blow, remarkable reverberating all the way to his fingers and toes, and he says, ]
Oh.
[ This is the feeling that makes some people crash into each other, desperate and grasping. Bastien doesn’t move that quickly—the control, the divorce of sex and helplessness, they’re deeper than drinking can undo—but he does put his hand over Byerly’s on his stomach. It’s not allowed to go anywhere except lower. ]
By? [ A request. But wait, shit— ] Where’s Whiskey?
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Date: 2021-07-11 03:23 pm (UTC)Oh.
[ This is the feeling that makes some people crash into each other, desperate and grasping. Bastien doesn’t move that quickly—the control, the divorce of sex and helplessness, they’re deeper than drinking can undo—but he does put his hand over Byerly’s on his stomach. It’s not allowed to go anywhere except lower. ]
By? [ A request. But wait, shit— ] Where’s Whiskey?