[ david sighs softly, tilts his head a bit more so he can press a kiss to jeff's forehead. he's not immune to it, thinking about these kids trapped here — when he hears claudette's shrieks of pain when she's thrown on a hook, or sees that wild mix of emotions on quentin's face when they arrive already in a dream. been up to his elbows in the blood of people ten or fifteen years younger than him again and again and he's pretty sure that tears pieces out of his soul more viciously than any death in the trials ever could ]
[ a low, quiet noise rumbles more in his chest more than it comes out through his mouth. agreeing, but unsure what to say about it. david focuses instead on jeff's hair sliding through his fingers, tucks some of it behind his ear. ]
no subject
[ a low, quiet noise rumbles more in his chest more than it comes out through his mouth. agreeing, but unsure what to say about it. david focuses instead on jeff's hair sliding through his fingers, tucks some of it behind his ear. ]
You can sleep if you need to.