[The tenderness is appreciated. He's not much of a hand-holder on a good day and this certainly isn't that, it soothes that vibration under his skin, the impractical part of his mind that shouts the simple contact will trap him in place. He doesn't need that distraction right now.
He tries to focus on the Doctor's voice and words instead and takes another calming breath for the warning. Luckily, a voice in his head isn't so odd for Sending being a normal part of his life back home, but it's still a little jarring for how long it's been. Still, he adapts quickly, determination coating the nervous still in him; he's not sure if this works like the spell in mind, but it's worth a shot.]
Something- something happened two months ago. A man named Grayson. A vampire. I had aphrodisiacs in me and he didn't. I approached him. We had sex. I don't remember how we got there. I don't remember agreeing to let him-
[His thoughts stutter over the feeling of a hand pressed tight against his throat, the brick against him and no way to escape, a hand striking him hard and pain, but oh he'd wanted it, right? How pleasantly tinged the memory is-]
I remember liking the things he did to me but I don't remember agreeing to them. I don't remember wanting them. Even with aphrodisiacs, I've never crossed my own boundary like that before.
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cw: referenced dub/non-con and non-con kink
Date: 2022-05-19 04:47 pm (UTC)He tries to focus on the Doctor's voice and words instead and takes another calming breath for the warning. Luckily, a voice in his head isn't so odd for Sending being a normal part of his life back home, but it's still a little jarring for how long it's been. Still, he adapts quickly, determination coating the nervous still in him; he's not sure if this works like the spell in mind, but it's worth a shot.]
Something- something happened two months ago. A man named Grayson. A vampire. I had aphrodisiacs in me and he didn't. I approached him. We had sex. I don't remember how we got there. I don't remember agreeing to let him-
[His thoughts stutter over the feeling of a hand pressed tight against his throat, the brick against him and no way to escape, a hand striking him hard and pain, but oh he'd wanted it, right? How pleasantly tinged the memory is-]
I remember liking the things he did to me but I don't remember agreeing to them. I don't remember wanting them. Even with aphrodisiacs, I've never crossed my own boundary like that before.
There's pieces missing. Or changed.