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It's that dulled-heartbeat feeling I get.
Schuldig arches his back up like something prehistoric, ribs and spine. He feels sometimes that they'll poke right through, frayed back to coathanger wire, but not now. Sweating, pinned, flat on his back. It hurts some but that's part of why he enjoys it.
Layer by layer, Crawford - that cream suit you never have to worry about getting blood on, heart-warmed gunmetal, a tie, a cotton shirt, and then you, pale and solid and breathing.
You know. Because he's like that too.
The skeletons say nothing, manifesting plaintively in the half-light.
It feels good.
Schuldig arches his back up like something prehistoric, ribs and spine. He feels sometimes that they'll poke right through, frayed back to coathanger wire, but not now. Sweating, pinned, flat on his back. It hurts some but that's part of why he enjoys it.
Layer by layer, Crawford - that cream suit you never have to worry about getting blood on, heart-warmed gunmetal, a tie, a cotton shirt, and then you, pale and solid and breathing.
You know. Because he's like that too.
The skeletons say nothing, manifesting plaintively in the half-light.
It feels good.
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