🍭 – {stroking their hair}
touch meme (ACCEPTING)
It doesn’t do it justice to call the reaction a shiver; a long, rolling tremor of fear and disgust and loathing that threatens to shake the thin frame to pieces. The other’s touch is tenuous as as a shadow; there’s no reason for something so insubstantial to burn as it does, freezing through to his bones as gentle fingers comb through the lank blue hair.
He’s lived long enough to turn these gestures into an art- control and possession and utterly terrifying intent running like a dark river beneath these seemingly simple movements, all wrapped in an oily, solicitous affection that brought bile surging into his throat.
A quick, sharp jerk as he twitches himself away from the touch, fast and jerky like some clockwork puppet; useless to run, the beast is bound to him closer than the breath in his lungs and reaction only fuels him-
But even he can only take so much.
“Enough.”
