❥ @cripplemagics [ 𝙶𝙴𝚃𝚂 𝙰 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁. ] : accepting !
The room was dark, save for the faint moonlight that filtered through the dust ridden blinds. Edgar lay perfectly still, his breathing shallow. Although his eyes were shut, they remained alert. He'd know if they moved. He'd know if their breath did so little as hitch. His arm was a heavy, immovable weight dropped across Aoi’s chest, pinning them to the mattress. He didn't move as they shifted, but his hand tightened against them, his fingers digging just a little deeper into the fabric of their shirt. It wasn't comfort. It was a leash. ‘ Don't even think about it, Schätzken, ‘ murmured Edgar, his voice a quiet murmur within the silence. He didn't open his eyes, but his mouth curled into a faint, humorless smirk. ‘ You try to slip away, and I'll fucking decorate the floor with your guts. ‘
