[ Lorca takes a telling breath in through his nose. She is asking a lot of herself. Maybe he should pretend it's asking a lot of him too. Act like he doesn't want to push her, strain her, show her what she's capable of. What he's capable of.
It's reckless, to do it the way she wants. No signal, no safety measures. Another night, he'd insist. Tonight, he would, but he knows he'd go back on it at the first sting from his wounds. She made it so by throwing away her consent. ]
No matter if you cry. [ He confirms as he pulls gently on her hair, gaze darkening. ]
Not even if I cry or scream. I trust you not to kill me. That's the limit. I need to...I need to blank my mind and I can't do it if there's limits set on it. I can't do it if I know in the back of my head that I can get out of it. You just might have to sew me up afterward.
( Gabriel is good about that part, at least, and her scarring has been minimal so far. )
[ He nods. He's always good for that, and Christine doesn't seem to care that he lacks a surgeon's precision with a needle. She wears the marks he gives her without shame. ]
Finish your whiskey, then. And I'll show you just how much you can take.
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It's reckless, to do it the way she wants. No signal, no safety measures. Another night, he'd insist. Tonight, he would, but he knows he'd go back on it at the first sting from his wounds. She made it so by throwing away her consent. ]
No matter if you cry. [ He confirms as he pulls gently on her hair, gaze darkening. ]
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( Gabriel is good about that part, at least, and her scarring has been minimal so far. )
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Finish your whiskey, then. And I'll show you just how much you can take.