#rda socorro

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

WIP Wednesday

Bitty fragment from my next affront to good taste. Warnings for implications of noncon and csa.

He's vat-slick and trembling, staring, up into deep, deep blue. Some small part of him whispers sky, and he wonders, distantly, what that means. Whether it has anything to do with the plummeting swoop in his stomach as big hands wrap gently around his shoulders and tug him upright.

"Can you hear me, tiger?" a voice asks, deep and rumbling, echoing through his bones like what another version of him might have referred to as rockfall.

He blinks slowly, feeling glistening fluid drip down his cheeks (and not for the last time). "Ti-ger," he echoes, taking a deep breath. He doesn't exactly know what he's smell, but it's...good. He likes it.

The blue in front of him splits around the outline of a shining white crescent. A grin without a cat, he thinks, before the though runs away with the rest of the liquid dripping down his back. His lips twitch in response.