...Aren't you the one who's always telling me I'm nothing like my demons? It goes both ways.
[And now he draws a little closer, instinctively making himself radiate warmth a touch more openly than he'd been before — a long-practiced attempt at offering comfort that's now turned reflexive and habitual from all the times he's used it.
It's easier to forget the hunger now. He's too focused on Rohan, enough so that the soft velvet of his own voice manages to surprise even him when it escapes his mouth.]
You said it yourself. It's "circumstances". You didn't ask for this. Isn't that what makes the difference? He chose to be what he was — is. You didn't. Isn't that different?
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[And now he draws a little closer, instinctively making himself radiate warmth a touch more openly than he'd been before — a long-practiced attempt at offering comfort that's now turned reflexive and habitual from all the times he's used it.
It's easier to forget the hunger now. He's too focused on Rohan, enough so that the soft velvet of his own voice manages to surprise even him when it escapes his mouth.]
You said it yourself. It's "circumstances". You didn't ask for this. Isn't that what makes the difference? He chose to be what he was — is. You didn't. Isn't that different?