he takes the response as his CUE. ghoul begins to crawl closer, keep himself quiet, careful. not move too fast– like he’s approaching a WILD ANIMAL. easy to frighten off. eyes are wide, gaze soft, eyes puffy& red&watery. “ —- i’ll lick yer face clean. gotta— gotta PUSH YER NOSE BACK into place. looks crooked, baby. but only if yous wanna. “ he stops when he reaches the edge of the bath, fingers desperate to slip into messy locks, comb through his hair in COMFORT. he restrains himself.
“ n’ then i’ll kiss where it hurts. slow n’ soft. be SWEET ON YOUS. wouldn’tcha LIKE THAT ? “
he’s not sure. would he like that? what if it’s a trick? he’d know all about tricks. but one thing that’ll always rule his nature is the need to feed off other’s ENERGIES, craves attention, affection, needs to be shown he’s worth something.
tucker swallows before hauling himself upright, muscles and bones burning. he’ll sit quietly, thin, stained fabric clinging to battered, soaked skin, waiting to let rudi do what he wants. is it a good idea?what if he hurts him again. the boy wants to stay mad at the other, maybe him feel bad, make him SUFFER SOME.
