✽ // hello yes i came for the love
send ✽ for laq’s reaction to having his scars kissed // @faculaed
IT HAD ALWAYS BEEN A MATTER OF WHEN, NOT IF. if he’s keenly aware of anything, it is his power of disconcerting people. there’s a wicked pleasure in playing with fire, the heat against sensitive fingertips, licking and raging against nerves all too alive, and this, this dance of his with vader is nothing if a proof of his proclivities towards danger, his unhealthy addiction to near death experiences. pinned against the wall by the taller man, a crooked smile hangs off his lips, one gloved hand grasping at the back of his jacket while the other hangs easy by his side, gray-steel eyes gleaming with self-satisfaction.
“—oh, did i hit a nerve, sir?”
he doesn’t have time to prod further, not when he feels lips against the scar that goes up his neck, near the thick artery that goes to his brain, wet and angry, soon followed by teeth. BREATH HITCHES, and he laughs, the dull stab of pain as teeth dig into his flesh hardly registered as something worrisome.
“CAREFUL, you still need me alive.”
