( he listens while axel speaks, expression as withdrawn as ever, although there is some flicker of emotion behind his eyes, some sparkle of either possessiveness or self-loathing. i am not enough. but it's less that he isn't enough, and more that he doesn't have enough to give -- he could bleed himself dry, would love to, but where would that leave axel? what would he do with his corpse?
morbid thinking. axel would never let andrew die for him, he's smart enough to know that much, in light of all his own shitty self worth. andrew doesn't bother to test the binds axel has him in, either trusting his work, or not caring enough if they happen to be loose. his green eyes are as deep as forests while he stares at axel, tilting his head.
after a long while, )
I want to be there for it. ( but that sounds like i don't trust you, so he sighs and shakes his head, taking a step back. not dropping their hands. ) No. I want to hear about it. That's it. I don't care.
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morbid thinking. axel would never let andrew die for him, he's smart enough to know that much, in light of all his own shitty self worth. andrew doesn't bother to test the binds axel has him in, either trusting his work, or not caring enough if they happen to be loose. his green eyes are as deep as forests while he stares at axel, tilting his head.
after a long while, )
I want to be there for it. ( but that sounds like i don't trust you, so he sighs and shakes his head, taking a step back. not dropping their hands. ) No. I want to hear about it. That's it. I don't care.