for a few moments longer, he remains there, then lifts his hands to take the one nick pat him with. gingerly, he kisses each knuckle and places the hand back in wolfwood's own lap so that he can stand back up without resistance. from there, he paces into their room and back, retrieving his double fangs in their holsters and standing over nick once more.
there's a long silence on livio's part as he stares at the guns rather than looking back up at wolfwood. he still feels awful for having put nick through losing him, and every one of his survival instincts beaten in to him by their mutual oppressor screams for him not to admit weakness, but...]
... Ever since I came back from the Garden, I can't hit my mark. [his voice is quiet, almost unintelligible in his humiliation.] They can still protect you, even if they're not in my hands.
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for a few moments longer, he remains there, then lifts his hands to take the one nick pat him with. gingerly, he kisses each knuckle and places the hand back in wolfwood's own lap so that he can stand back up without resistance. from there, he paces into their room and back, retrieving his double fangs in their holsters and standing over nick once more.
there's a long silence on livio's part as he stares at the guns rather than looking back up at wolfwood. he still feels awful for having put nick through losing him, and every one of his survival instincts beaten in to him by their mutual oppressor screams for him not to admit weakness, but...]
... Ever since I came back from the Garden, I can't hit my mark. [his voice is quiet, almost unintelligible in his humiliation.] They can still protect you, even if they're not in my hands.