[ He can't see what expression Gold's wearing now - can't see anything but shadows - but the way he swallows is clear enough. As is the way that Gold touches Carver's hand and doesn't shove him away. Not even when he stiffens, and Carver bares his teeth in a vicious grin.
Good. Good. It's been too goddamn long since he's fought anyone. And even if this doesn't end that way, it still feels like something that can be won.
He's a little fucked in the head, Carver thinks absently. He wasn't always like this. But these things happen. ]
Know what you want? Or should I guess?
[ He drags his hands up Gold's sides, digging his nails in a little, and then back down to rest on his hips. Maybe Gold had a point about other senses getting heightened when you lose one - this feels pretty goddamn good. He wonders if it'll mess up the lines of Gold's nice clothes. He wonders if that counts as winning, somehow. ]
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Good. Good. It's been too goddamn long since he's fought anyone. And even if this doesn't end that way, it still feels like something that can be won.
He's a little fucked in the head, Carver thinks absently. He wasn't always like this. But these things happen. ]
Know what you want? Or should I guess?
[ He drags his hands up Gold's sides, digging his nails in a little, and then back down to rest on his hips. Maybe Gold had a point about other senses getting heightened when you lose one - this feels pretty goddamn good. He wonders if it'll mess up the lines of Gold's nice clothes. He wonders if that counts as winning, somehow. ]