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In what once was Königsberg, 1960’s

The shearling wool tickled his cheek, soft and bouncy in the way only a lamb’s fur could be. The strands were coiled neatly and kept him warm in his heart’s country. It wasn’t too long ago when he’d have stripped the hide of an animal himself- he remembered many outings into the woods with naught but a rifle and a blond pup following his lead.

Further yet into the past, when he’d gut and tan his kills himself, in barren forests where his prey soaked the snow red and nothing but trees holding his congregation. Things had been primal then, every day a fight for survival. Blood roaring, fingers twitches and teeth gnashing until one chipped.

OMG yea… ​I like him also being claustrophobic so I think it comes as a slight surprise to Gil when a suffocating weight on him feels.. good??? Trapped/pinned/big bear all around him, SHOULD be excruciating.. but then he finds the squeeze comforting, his racing heart slows down and his twitchy fingers find a loose hold in Ivans shirt/hair/etc

But I say to you, love your enemies, bless those who curse you, do good to those who hate you, and pray for those who spitefully use you and persecute you. (Mat.5:44)