( can't fucking leave it, he thinks. and when he can, it's just as bad. maybe worse.
he presses his tongue to the roof of his mouth and swallows tightly, throat bobbing. this whole thing is wrong. ephemera's calmness in the face of an inevitable catastrophe. felix still fucking being here, allowing this tenuous closeness. he drags his knuckles from his mouth, circling his hand around his neck. focuses on the rapid thrum of his pulse pinned under his thumb. )
Maybe, but at least I know what the fuck is going on.
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he presses his tongue to the roof of his mouth and swallows tightly, throat bobbing. this whole thing is wrong. ephemera's calmness in the face of an inevitable catastrophe. felix still fucking being here, allowing this tenuous closeness. he drags his knuckles from his mouth, circling his hand around his neck. focuses on the rapid thrum of his pulse pinned under his thumb. )
Maybe, but at least I know what the fuck is going on.