[Cain's confession evokes a peculiar tenderness within the new Guardian, as Rex knows what it's like to be so isolated. He suddenly looks more wistful, more gentle, as he silently ruminates on the memory of finally watching his first feature film at the age of fourteen, tucked away within the confines of Eve's very pink and very preteen decor. He had marveled at the fact that there were fun things on the internet, like social media and videos of cats playing xylophones. Radcliffe had specifically kept Rex away from it so that the child soldier would stay loyal, grateful, and above all?
Clueless.
There's a reason that the two of them veer so hard into the lanes of fistfights and fucking, especially considering that neither young man is particularly old. It's because the bruises from a breakdown or going buckwild are painful reminders that they're still alive, and however short their very fickle, perhaps meaningless, lives may be, that they are exciting.]
Well, if they make your skin crawl? I'll take care of 'em!
There's a knife under my pillow for this very specific purpose. I might be drunk? But my kill-reflex is still on fuckin' point, babe.
[Rex aches from within, craving the warmth of intimate, affectionate touch. Cain has been flirting with him all the while, which makes Rex wonder how the older boy can handle it- Flitting between all these flings and not putting every single one of them off or getting too attached. He wishes he could be the same, and that he wasn't so greedy, wanting not just carnal desire but love, especially when he doesn't deserve it.]
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[Cain's confession evokes a peculiar tenderness within the new Guardian, as Rex knows what it's like to be so isolated. He suddenly looks more wistful, more gentle, as he silently ruminates on the memory of finally watching his first feature film at the age of fourteen, tucked away within the confines of Eve's very pink and very preteen decor. He had marveled at the fact that there were fun things on the internet, like social media and videos of cats playing xylophones. Radcliffe had specifically kept Rex away from it so that the child soldier would stay loyal, grateful, and above all?
Clueless.
There's a reason that the two of them veer so hard into the lanes of fistfights and fucking, especially considering that neither young man is particularly old. It's because the bruises from a breakdown or going buckwild are painful reminders that they're still alive, and however short their very fickle, perhaps meaningless, lives may be, that they are exciting.]
Well, if they make your skin crawl? I'll take care of 'em!
There's a knife under my pillow for this very specific purpose. I might be drunk? But my kill-reflex is still on fuckin' point, babe.
[Rex aches from within, craving the warmth of intimate, affectionate touch. Cain has been flirting with him all the while, which makes Rex wonder how the older boy can handle it- Flitting between all these flings and not putting every single one of them off or getting too attached. He wishes he could be the same, and that he wasn't so greedy, wanting not just carnal desire but love, especially when he doesn't deserve it.]
Can I ask you somethin'?