Post by tarquin finley ellis on Oct 12, 2012 14:51:40 GMT -5
He's been cut into, and there's no escape from that, no way to pretend it isn't so. It changes things, makes it difficult and painful. It's the turning points in life that do it, moments where everything can crash and burn simply because someone turned left when they should have turned right. Had Quinn not been pulled from Makism before he could propose -- had he been able to do just that before being sent away -- none of this would be the mess it was now. Some little signal of fate had altered that one very prominate thing, softened the glue that held it all together.
This place... it changed a person. Finding that hopelessness, sinking down deeper into that kind of abyss.... it had broken something. Made Quinn crave something different. It can be covered up now, he can forget in the surprise and thrill of things, but there's still pieces to pick up later. There are still going to be parts of him that are just.... gone. Even when Quinn wants to pretend nothing has changed, that he's still all of what he had been at Manson with Makism. The Russian man had saved him that time, but Makism hadn't been here to do that this time.
But everything he was shines through now, needing Makism close, needing to think of nothing but this, here and now.Quinn's clinging, needing, because there is real and true fear now. His nerves are jumping all over the place as he waits, and he quivers at the feel of Makism's lips and teeth at his neck, closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around the man. He feels wanted right now, actually wanted and he wants to think everything else was just a dream he's been woken from. He hears the words and they make him warmer, almost dizzy. He'd nearly forgotten what this felt like.
