[The heat of attraction burns through Tav’s chest before be tamps down on it. He’s just lonely and misses Gale; to indulge would be a mistake, especially with the secret he’s about to indulge.]
I don’t quite— [Fuck. This is harder than he thought. What if Bastien immediately runs? They seem to almost be friends and revealing this could ruin this.]
I’m a murderer. Or I am on bad nights. I kill without rhyme or reason.
[His shoulders tighten.]
I am the son of the god of murder where I’m from and was a prolific killer until my memories were erased.
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Date: 2024-02-22 09:23 pm (UTC)I don’t quite— [Fuck. This is harder than he thought. What if Bastien immediately runs? They seem to almost be friends and revealing this could ruin this.]
I’m a murderer. Or I am on bad nights. I kill without rhyme or reason.
[His shoulders tighten.]
I am the son of the god of murder where I’m from and was a prolific killer until my memories were erased.