[ That sound falls straight into the bowl that holds all of Ginger’s desires and lands in silence - or maybe with a gasp, Ginger’s gasp. He stills - this is a very bad idea, at a very bad time. He wants so bad to crawl into Mika and find the source of that noise and rip more out of him. Clawed, jealous - please don’t sound like that for anyone else.
Mika had said ‘keep going’, but Ginger can’t, Ginger shouldn’t -
He lines the rest of the scar with soft kisses - a compromise. They feel safer. Each one an apology he can’t say: sorry; sorry; sorry. (‘I didn’t mean to hear that sound you weren’t ready to make.’)
(‘It was beautiful.’)
Mika might not care about such things, but it’s not a little matter for Ginger. ]
… Yours, if you want it. Anything.
[ If Mika’s ready for him to pull back entirely, he does, head bowed - ashamed. He pulls off his sealing strap, then uniform shirt (somehow clean, somehow intact) to expose his back. His right shoulder is clear, as well as the lines of skin following the strap. The rest of him is a canvas for scattered cuts, raw in color. Like it had rained in razors and here’s Ginger, soaked in red without an umbrella.
He doesn’t remember it hurting then and he doesn’t feel it hurting now. ]
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Mika had said ‘keep going’, but Ginger can’t, Ginger shouldn’t -
He lines the rest of the scar with soft kisses - a compromise. They feel safer. Each one an apology he can’t say: sorry; sorry; sorry. (‘I didn’t mean to hear that sound you weren’t ready to make.’)
(‘It was beautiful.’)
Mika might not care about such things, but it’s not a little matter for Ginger. ]
… Yours, if you want it. Anything.
[ If Mika’s ready for him to pull back entirely, he does, head bowed - ashamed. He pulls off his sealing strap, then uniform shirt (somehow clean, somehow intact) to expose his back. His right shoulder is clear, as well as the lines of skin following the strap. The rest of him is a canvas for scattered cuts, raw in color. Like it had rained in razors and here’s Ginger, soaked in red without an umbrella.
He doesn’t remember it hurting then and he doesn’t feel it hurting now. ]