[kavinsky doesn't need to breathe anymore these days, but he's panting out of habit. and because people speak to express themselves, more often than not, and even if you're stripped of articulate vocabulary and proper grammatical rules, you're still left with the impression that emotions have to get out into the air out of your throat. so it's these limp little cries, pathetic, not always rubbing across his vocal chords. just these piping mouthfuls of air.
but he understands. he can hear what kurt is saying-- sort of. mostly. he understands that kurt means to help him. he's better at grasping that concept these days. two years in eudio and a long few months in xistentia, that sum experience has opened his heart and his mind a little. life is more than what other people dream to you, and people are more than predator and prey. sometimes nightmares even end. it's part of growing the fuck up, that he knows that now.]
B--blood.
[it's a parched and broken whisper. kavinsky's tattooed fingers twitch, but do not quite crawl against the surface of the covers-- perhaps an abortive attempt to reach for the mutant. but he can't take what wouldn't be fully given. and maybe, he wouldn't have either.]
no subject
but he understands. he can hear what kurt is saying-- sort of. mostly. he understands that kurt means to help him. he's better at grasping that concept these days. two years in eudio and a long few months in xistentia, that sum experience has opened his heart and his mind a little. life is more than what other people dream to you, and people are more than predator and prey. sometimes nightmares even end. it's part of growing the fuck up, that he knows that now.]
B--blood.
[it's a parched and broken whisper. kavinsky's tattooed fingers twitch, but do not quite crawl against the surface of the covers-- perhaps an abortive attempt to reach for the mutant. but he can't take what wouldn't be fully given. and maybe, he wouldn't have either.]