Kuronue made a distressed whine, eyes still wide. Yukimura was warm against him, and his touch was nice. He focused on that, and it brought him out of the shock of things, instead settled him into his rather comfortable rut in the gutter. He licked his lips.
"He, uh...Scratched me," he said, remembering. The peddler's nails were long, they'd felt nice. "Nearly until I bled, and he rubbed oils that burned into them." Kuronue sighed, looking down at his feet as he walked. "I was worried, that if I went back to seeking pain out, that it would be like before, but it wasn't. I wasn't...ravenous for more, desperate to be in the state where everything else disappears. It was..." Looking up, Kuronue's eyes drifted off to the side, and he turned inside, thinking. It had been enlightening.
No offence to Yukimura, but he was glad that the first time he'd tried something like that had been with Kusuriyuri. Simply because the peddler seemed to know what was good, what was bad, and how to get Kuronue to accept, to help himself by admitting.
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Date: 2011-08-19 12:09 pm (UTC)"He, uh...Scratched me," he said, remembering. The peddler's nails were long, they'd felt nice. "Nearly until I bled, and he rubbed oils that burned into them." Kuronue sighed, looking down at his feet as he walked. "I was worried, that if I went back to seeking pain out, that it would be like before, but it wasn't. I wasn't...ravenous for more, desperate to be in the state where everything else disappears. It was..." Looking up, Kuronue's eyes drifted off to the side, and he turned inside, thinking. It had been enlightening.
No offence to Yukimura, but he was glad that the first time he'd tried something like that had been with Kusuriyuri. Simply because the peddler seemed to know what was good, what was bad, and how to get Kuronue to accept, to help himself by admitting.