Harry Goodsir (
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2025-06-26 04:35 am (UTC)
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A capuchin.
[It's all he manages before he's kissed again, groaning and rolling his hips up when he's bitten. Blood, the taste of blood, so familiar.
He wraps his arms tightly around Will's neck and spreads his legs so he can hook his heels over Will's calves. He doesn't think when he answers:]
Because I killed her.
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[It's all he manages before he's kissed again, groaning and rolling his hips up when he's bitten. Blood, the taste of blood, so familiar.
He wraps his arms tightly around Will's neck and spreads his legs so he can hook his heels over Will's calves. He doesn't think when he answers:]
Because I killed her.