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PETRE DODRESCU,
somewhere in his thirties

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[boneblood]

I know I've felt different since the basement

I didn't know it was worse, though
You think I'm alright this way?

[cacotopia]

wes
do you think they'd tell me to be or do better

[boneblood]

Frankly, yes

[cacotopia]

so you get my point right

[boneblood]

I'm not used to this though



Defiance

[cacotopia]

i can help you

[boneblood]

and what would you recommend

[cacotopia]

'eat my entire ass' is a personal favorite

suck my dick
go fuck yourself
have you tried shutting the fuck up
hold on i'm trying to find where i fucking asked

want more?

[boneblood]

You think people will believe it sounds like me?

[cacotopia]

i think they will be stunned into silence tbh
you win by demolishing them with confusion

[boneblood]

You wouldn't think of me differently if I changed my personality like that?

[cacotopia]

but you've already changed, haven't you
or do you think you're finally getting a look at what's really in there?

[ He did have a lot of time to think about it. ]

[boneblood]

What if I don't like what's really in there

[cacotopia]

what if i do?

[boneblood]

Do you?

[cacotopia]

i do.

and i don't want you to hide from people who think you're something you're not anymore

you're better

[boneblood]

[He wants to be better.]

thanks
are you busy right now?

[cacotopia]

i can un-busy myself

[boneblood]

i want to just be near you for a while

[cacotopia]

[ It takes him a little while to respond. ]

my room

[boneblood]

i'm coming

[cacotopia]

[ That's where he'll be, then. Waiting, wondering if there's something he should have at the ready. Probably not. Wesley isn't one to demand much that Petre doesn't usually have on him anyway. ]

[boneblood]

[Wesley shows up soon enough, near silent in his steps - sullen in expression, but his eyes will lock onto Petre when he sees him like there's warmth in him to absorb. Touch is immediately what he seeks out, moving forward.]

[cacotopia]

[ Not many people get to see the look in Petre's eyes, half-expectant and half-greedy, rising from his bed to hold out an arm, hand on Wesley's cheek. The same sense of soft ownership that, in his view, is mutual, though one day Wesley may realize that's far from being the case.

Petre hugs him the same way Vaerqui would (no, not would, does) sometimes — a reminder that sinks a knife in his chest and dissipates a moment after — to ground him, feel the too-warm presence of their bodies together when there's nothing else either of them needs. Not for a while. ]

What happened.

[boneblood]

[Wesley melts against Petre, head pressing into the crook of his neck - arms winding around him with a gentle squeeze. He breathes in deep and feels serene, letting himself fall back on long since dissipated Void-effected belief that they're brothers; he only maintains this connection to that feeling out of sheer will, unwilling to give it up. He's let it take root in him now.]

I felt like...

[This is the interesting part, what comes from his mouth now:]

It felt like I was being told what to think again, by Wil. What to do.