[ They're close like this, enough that Ephemera thinks he could match his breathing to Felix's if he tried. If he wanted to. He shifts to brace on his arm so he won't crush Felix completely under him, so there's some room between them.
Not much, though. Not much at all. Oil slips through his hair, falling into his good eye. Fucking with his vision. Felix has an arm around him, pulling them flush to each other. This time, there's no violence. Felix could bite him, tear out his throat, dig his nails into Ephemera's implant.
Could. Doesn't.
Hah. This, Ephemera thinks, is probably what it feels like to lose your mind. When you know it's happening. When you feel it slipping away, inch by inch. Felix tightens his grip and Ephemera just breathes out. He feels strangely calm. Like there's a gun to his head.
Metaphorically, he supposes there is. He presses his forehead to Felix's and just breathes out slow. ]
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Not much, though. Not much at all. Oil slips through his hair, falling into his good eye. Fucking with his vision. Felix has an arm around him, pulling them flush to each other. This time, there's no violence. Felix could bite him, tear out his throat, dig his nails into Ephemera's implant.
Could. Doesn't.
Hah. This, Ephemera thinks, is probably what it feels like to lose your mind. When you know it's happening. When you feel it slipping away, inch by inch. Felix tightens his grip and Ephemera just breathes out. He feels strangely calm. Like there's a gun to his head.
Metaphorically, he supposes there is. He presses his forehead to Felix's and just breathes out slow. ]
Stop. Just breathe.