[ Hmm. He's almost tempted to push, to make Gold beg. But that would swing things, wouldn't it? And Carver knows his moods are changeable at the best of time, mercury running through his thoughts like a curse. One drop away from hurtling the pendulum violently to one side, then the next.
Carver just hums. ]
Then work for it.
[ And he takes him back in. Deeper this time, until his eyes are watering. ]
no subject
Carver just hums. ]
Then work for it.
[ And he takes him back in. Deeper this time, until his eyes are watering. ]