[That anger is easy and, in fact, makes Chris feel a little better. Good. Let someone else be angry for him for a moment, he's...tired. He'll be angry again when this is done. Except, on the heels of that feeling is vulnerability. The Doctor is horrified and disgusted and Chris can tell it's deeper than even this, but knowing how much he's being seen is...hard.
For a brief moment, he's reminded of Scott saying how much easier communication with telepathy is...but Chris finds he feels the opposite. He's kept all his emotions and thoughts too close for too long to find comfort in this now.]
Do what you need.
[The clouded parts might be easy to notice, once looked for. It's like a blurring of memory done by time. One moment, Chris is swaggering up to a man in a suit, flirtation and enticement on his lips. The next he's face-fist against a wall, hands on him and in him with sharp suctions against his neck.
The 'kisses' are wrong. Changed, altered from the sharper truth of fangs and pleasure inherent in the venom they hold. A hop, skip, and jump have Grayson in Chris, his pace viscous and a hand around the cleric's neck to cut off his breathing, but it's colored rosy in Chris' mind. A pleasant encounter of giving himself over to a complete stranger with no safeword or conversation had and an impression left behind like a mental stamp over the memory: he'd wanted this. This had been good.]
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Date: 2022-05-22 11:10 pm (UTC)For a brief moment, he's reminded of Scott saying how much easier communication with telepathy is...but Chris finds he feels the opposite. He's kept all his emotions and thoughts too close for too long to find comfort in this now.]
Do what you need.
[The clouded parts might be easy to notice, once looked for. It's like a blurring of memory done by time. One moment, Chris is swaggering up to a man in a suit, flirtation and enticement on his lips. The next he's face-fist against a wall, hands on him and in him with sharp suctions against his neck.
The 'kisses' are wrong. Changed, altered from the sharper truth of fangs and pleasure inherent in the venom they hold. A hop, skip, and jump have Grayson in Chris, his pace viscous and a hand around the cleric's neck to cut off his breathing, but it's colored rosy in Chris' mind. A pleasant encounter of giving himself over to a complete stranger with no safeword or conversation had and an impression left behind like a mental stamp over the memory: he'd wanted this. This had been good.]