[He snickers quietly, grinning at the look of lust in Ivar's eyes. He's so fucked up, they both are, and it makes it so easy to feel comfortable around him.]
You're gonna fuck it up.
[He shoos Ivar's hand away, leaning down to kiss Ivar again and lap at the blood that smeared on his lips. And then the knife twists, tracing more and more lines until he's built a complex rune out of the cuts. His eyes are on Ivar's, watching for those perfect little twitches in his expression.]
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[He snickers quietly, grinning at the look of lust in Ivar's eyes. He's so fucked up, they both are, and it makes it so easy to feel comfortable around him.]
You're gonna fuck it up.
[He shoos Ivar's hand away, leaning down to kiss Ivar again and lap at the blood that smeared on his lips. And then the knife twists, tracing more and more lines until he's built a complex rune out of the cuts. His eyes are on Ivar's, watching for those perfect little twitches in his expression.]