( not the kind of pain he gets off on, but felix has fucked people who have done far worse to him than violently stab him a couple times. that's just foreplay, like he said. an escapist's game, from liquor to valium to violence to sex. no hard feelings until someone dies, and even then it's rarely personal.
it's slightly personal with ephemera. )
this isn't about me i know who i am and i know why i did it you were a warm body and i wanted a taste of you, end primitive thought process
( everything about that moment entwined messily. felix straddling ephemera's lap, his hand and gun caught between the unyielding vise of his thighs, pinning him close. his fingers in his hair. the coppery scent of blood. the race of his pulse next to ephemera's infuriating calmness.
he'd never wanted to kill and kiss someone so much at the same time. )
but i bet you wish i did it to fuck with you that would've been so much easier to write off try again
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( not the kind of pain he gets off on, but felix has fucked people who have done far worse to him than violently stab him a couple times. that's just foreplay, like he said. an escapist's game, from liquor to valium to violence to sex. no hard feelings until someone dies, and even then it's rarely personal.
it's slightly personal with ephemera. )
this isn't about me
i know who i am and i know why i did it
you were a warm body and i wanted a taste of you, end primitive thought process
( everything about that moment entwined messily. felix straddling ephemera's lap, his hand and gun caught between the unyielding vise of his thighs, pinning him close. his fingers in his hair. the coppery scent of blood. the race of his pulse next to ephemera's infuriating calmness.
he'd never wanted to kill and kiss someone so much at the same time. )
but i bet you wish i did it to fuck with you
that would've been so much easier to write off
try again