[ it's merely insurance, a safety precaution to keep sasuke's shadow from running rampant as before, but something curls inside of him, an indescribable concoction of anger and distaste and basic carnality, unwelcome. sasuke is built like the best of the prince's guard, save for one obvious flaw. for a man who has never fucked a living thing in his life, he shows no humility in disrobing. ]
Who took your arm? [ laurent points the tip of his chin to the pool, as if directing a dog. he would prefer a dog. ] Get in.
[ to his credit, sasuke's movements are precise, quiet. the water ripples as he breaks the surface, glittering in the light. laurent watches with the most impassive of gazes, revealing nothing of the churn in his stomach or his rapidly fluttering pulse. revenge floats easily to the forefront of his mind, of sasuke bound to the balustrade and whipped past rational thought, of his head held beneath the water until his body goes as still as the night. a rush of hatred tightens his brow, his own shadow pressing heavy upon him. ]
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Who took your arm? [ laurent points the tip of his chin to the pool, as if directing a dog. he would prefer a dog. ] Get in.
[ to his credit, sasuke's movements are precise, quiet. the water ripples as he breaks the surface, glittering in the light. laurent watches with the most impassive of gazes, revealing nothing of the churn in his stomach or his rapidly fluttering pulse. revenge floats easily to the forefront of his mind, of sasuke bound to the balustrade and whipped past rational thought, of his head held beneath the water until his body goes as still as the night. a rush of hatred tightens his brow, his own shadow pressing heavy upon him. ]
How will it work? Your eyes.