[ Consider him poked. Taylor gets the growl he's looking for, seconds before Locus's fingers slide to curl around the base of his throat, tugging his head back, fingertips digging into that bruise. ]
I am not them.
[ Fury kindled, the burn in his chest growing thicker and heavier, Locus draws his hand back again. The snap is sharper this time, catching at an angle, less blunt, fully intending on getting a yelp out of him if he can. ]
no subject
I am not them.
[ Fury kindled, the burn in his chest growing thicker and heavier, Locus draws his hand back again. The snap is sharper this time, catching at an angle, less blunt, fully intending on getting a yelp out of him if he can. ]
You'll have to try harder.