[ 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. ]
[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.]
[ 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. ]
[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.
[ The pause is so he can think about what he's being told. His memories of Wil are fabricated, faded because it was in someone else's dream. But whatever he felt there was real enough to know exactly how he killed Wesley's father, the hurt was heavy enough to make him comfortable saying he'd do it again. Even if the man came to Rubilykskoye, and no matter how many times the Duchess welcomed him back, Petre would continue to fix her mistake. ]
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do you think they'd tell me to be or do better
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Defiance
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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?
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you win by demolishing them with confusion
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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. ]
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and i don't want you to hide from people who think you're something you're not anymore
you're better
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thanks
are you busy right now?
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my room
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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.
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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.
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Do you want to take it out on someone?
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