thaumaturgic: pb: jackson rathbone in dread (Default)
loriel | lor ([personal profile] thaumaturgic) wrote in [community profile] badumtssh2012-08-08 09:24 pm
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[ original: lor + bells; closed post]

[ continued from this thread here. alternate ORIGINALLY JUST A TROLLING reply. ]


[ He can't look at him. He can't, he can't, because this is all wrong. Lor isn't really sure what's come over him, but it sure isn't reason or sensibility. There's a pull at the door even though he knows it won't open far enough. ]

Please move, Bells. You wanted me to leave, so I'm leaving. [ It's spoken quietly, his head bowed, and he grips the doorknob so tight, his hand starts to cramp. ] I shouldn't have said anything. I'm sorry.

[ Everything about this situation is wrong, and Lor shuts his eyes, trying to resist the urge to blast the door apart in order to escape. What's one more regret to add to the countless he already has weighing him down? ] You asked me what my problem was. I told you. [ The inflection in his voice doesn't change, remaining small and quiet. ] And now I'd like to go home.

So either fuck me or move. You know you want to.

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