"It was supposed to be love"
Place "It was supposed to be love" in my inbox for my muse's reaction. || ACCEPTING
hurt glittered in that beryl-black stare. supposed to be? what exactly did thomas think this was then? it ripped him apart like a fresh wound. ugly. jagged. raw. it's true. the creature had little knowledge of emotions. he had more or less been programmed before all this. following primal instincts. until thomas came along. and then everything shifted. all he knew for a fact was that he liked how he felt with thomas. they were both risking so much for this. but at the same time they both wanted it, needed it just as well. neither were going to give it up without a fight.
rage is storming inside him and yet he can't bring himself to release it on the runner. a harsh breath expels from the creature. he doesn't want these thoughts swarming around his mind. they did him no good. yet he couldn't just ignore them. a punch landed in the wall with enough force to break bones. there were sparks flying, bits of metallic debris dropping to the floor. he'd damaged his own hand. nothing else. the buzz, the electricity that was now short-circuiting through his system was causing him a great deal of pain but it was nothing compared to the sentence just delivered by thomas. he had no words. absolutely. none.
the roar forced its way through, steely and mechanical. it was the one, perhaps the only time he didn't want thomas seeing him like this. hard footfalls carried him towards the opening of the cave, disappearing beyond it before words also got the better of him. the high walls of the maze provided sanctuary, as he had to self-administer care to his busted hand. it would take him a good long time and not be the best of a healing method, but it was really all he could do unless he was pulled from the experiment and repaired by actual members of the team behind this. outside of the two creators that were now locked within the glade.