[i'm burning alive, kavinsky could probably say. i lost track of time. i was sad and running away from my feelings. i need love and i can't keep it because i'm an asshole, and i don't know how to get better, and i'm afraid i never will, and it took right up until this incinerating agonizing moment for me to realize that going forward unloved is not, in fact, a fate worse than every imaginable death.
and that's a lot, from a boy who more or less killed himself once.
instead, all that emits from the lump of his head under the shielding of clothing is a strangled hiss and gurgle. kavinsky's face is burned pretty bad. much like people who stand in freezing wind-- except the opposite of that— he can't really feel his lips. they feel like they're the wrong shape, the wrong size, and it's all the better, probably. he'd probably just say something stupid and mean, angry from terror or disoriented into forgetting himself.
instead, he clutches kurt's arm. agonized, spasming grasps, trying to keep his fingers hidden from the eating rays of sunshine as he does. clinging to him, like he's never clung to anyone he could remember, outside of bed and the throes of lust.]
Kurt, [he wheezes. the air is getting brighter. hotter. he reeks horribly, going straight up the mutant's nose to the back of his throat.]
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and that's a lot, from a boy who more or less killed himself once.
instead, all that emits from the lump of his head under the shielding of clothing is a strangled hiss and gurgle. kavinsky's face is burned pretty bad. much like people who stand in freezing wind-- except the opposite of that— he can't really feel his lips. they feel like they're the wrong shape, the wrong size, and it's all the better, probably. he'd probably just say something stupid and mean, angry from terror or disoriented into forgetting himself.
instead, he clutches kurt's arm. agonized, spasming grasps, trying to keep his fingers hidden from the eating rays of sunshine as he does. clinging to him, like he's never clung to anyone he could remember, outside of bed and the throes of lust.]
Kurt, [he wheezes. the air is getting brighter. hotter. he reeks horribly, going straight up the mutant's nose to the back of his throat.]