[ Theirs he starts to say, his lips shape the word as those teeth come down hard and he's locked tight against the overwhelming heat of Locus' body. Held down, cracked open, eyes half lidded and hazy as he shouts at the ceiling. Under Locus' fingers his pulse is jackrabbit fast, breath a shuddering scrape as he tries to find his train of thought. ]
Theirs. I'm not- I'm not theirs. I'm yours- Just yours, only yours-
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[ Theirs he starts to say, his lips shape the word as those teeth come down hard and he's locked tight against the overwhelming heat of Locus' body. Held down, cracked open, eyes half lidded and hazy as he shouts at the ceiling. Under Locus' fingers his pulse is jackrabbit fast, breath a shuddering scrape as he tries to find his train of thought. ]
Theirs. I'm not- I'm not theirs. I'm yours- Just yours, only yours-