He has to pause for a moment because Damen is making his insides do things again, and it's making it hard to phrase a good answer to this. The best answer is that it is fine. It makes tactical sense and he has the powerpoints to prove it. But Damen works on a nonsensical logic where Laurent has some kind of intrinsic value, which is equal parts ridiculous and dizzying, and he works with a brazen stubbornness that makes Laurent almost believe him.
But the fact of the matter is that Damen is wrong. It is Damen- who has his humanity, his throne, his place back home- and then Laurent, who has none of the above. The warmth of Damen's hands sets off the rotting sulfur somewhere in between his second and third ribs, the knowledge that this is his fault; but this is beyond fixing. He can only let himself have this, if only for a moment.
Laurent rests his forehead against the crook of Damen's neck and curls his fingers around the man’s hands.
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He has to pause for a moment because Damen is making his insides do things again, and it's making it hard to phrase a good answer to this. The best answer is that it is fine. It makes tactical sense and he has the powerpoints to prove it. But Damen works on a nonsensical logic where Laurent has some kind of intrinsic value, which is equal parts ridiculous and dizzying, and he works with a brazen stubbornness that makes Laurent almost believe him.
But the fact of the matter is that Damen is wrong. It is Damen- who has his humanity, his throne, his place back home- and then Laurent, who has none of the above. The warmth of Damen's hands sets off the rotting sulfur somewhere in between his second and third ribs, the knowledge that this is his fault; but this is beyond fixing. He can only let himself have this, if only for a moment.
Laurent rests his forehead against the crook of Damen's neck and curls his fingers around the man’s hands.
“And there's not much of a kingdom out here.“