sellerofsins: (Disinterest)

[personal profile] sellerofsins 2024-09-25 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't go back on my deals. Except when handsome men won't let me keep their soul on loan for a few while I work out what I'm doing." He had intended to give Bobby his soul back. Eventually. When he was done playing with it. He kept it safe, it was returned it excellent condition, better than when he got it. He just needed some insurance without any sure footing and... he liked him. "You thanked me. I liked it."

He had never been thanked so earnestly. It was such a weird thing. Such a small slither of affection but it was the only he had ... likely ever had. "No one has ever given me gratitude. Fair enough, I don't earn it. Even so, it was nice. I wasn't... ready. To give you up."

He huffed a small laugh and raised his hand, rubbing at his face. Shit, why was he tired? Since when did he get so tired? "You can't bottle a feeling, I suppose. You can bottle a soul."
sellerofsins: (Fuck off.)

[personal profile] sellerofsins 2024-09-25 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, I think I'm good." He wanted to sit in his dark room and just think. He found it was better for when the blood fit, gave him time to truly appreciate things. To think about things. He sighed and closed his eyes. "I'm knackered, mate. I need some alone time."

He had already cried, gotten high and admitted embarrassing bullshit in front of Bobby. He kind of felt like he'd hit his quota of embarrassment for the day.

He took Bobby's hand and pulled himself up. "Off we pop, then."