[ No matter how gentle the touch of those fingers on his arm are right now, Agreas will completely tenses up under the touch. It's a sign that Elijah is awake, after all.. especially coupled with that single soft word. He isn't too sure if the other knows just exactly what happened so quickly after waking up, but on the other hand, there's not much of a way to avoid knowing that. Not after how hard they went at it last night, driven by pure instincts on both sides. Even Agreas himself still feels it, and he wasn't even the one on the receiving side of all of it - he can only imagine what Elijah's body must feel like right now.
But he can't just ignore it. He can't walk away from this situation, but he feels that if he looks at Elijah right now and the other would look annoyed, something inside of him would break. Or even worse, if he'd look at Elijah and Elijah looked hurt..
That would be even worse. Elijah never looks hurt. Sure, sometimes he whines and almost pouts, petulant like a small child, but he's strong in his own way. He's never seen anything other than frustration on Elijah's face. Nothing more fragile than that, the uncontrollable moments during his heat aside.
But just sitting here and not looking at the other isn't going to solve a thing. So even though he still doesn't know what to tell the omega, he at least forces his head to turn and look at the other.
At least it's not as terrible as he expected.. Elijah doesn't look hurt, at least, so his world isn't shattering on the spot. But no matter how odd it is to see the other so calm.. it just makes Agreas feel like there's a storm brewing. Like Elijah just isn't showing anything yet until it really hits him, or something like that. There's no other way with how vocal the other had been about hating absolutely everything about having turned out an omega and everything that came with it.
Which is why words don't come for a moment - instead Agreas just looks incredibly awkward, his fingers twitching a little. His eyes fall on the other's messy black hair from everything before they slept, the mark on his otherwise unmarred skin.. ]
I...
[ His throat feels so unbelievably dry, especially once he actually meets the other's gaze - it makes him feel incredibly small, even though that feeling entirely comes from self-imposed blame. ]
I know I fucked up.. I didn't realise it earlier, but I should have found some way to make sure I'd hold back no matter what, and I-- [ He's sorry? He would turn it back if there was absolutely any way to do it at all?
Saying any of that is all useless. This is something that can't be reverted. He's bound the one person to him who wanted to escape that fate so badly, and that realisation makes any and all other words die in his throat. ]
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But he can't just ignore it. He can't walk away from this situation, but he feels that if he looks at Elijah right now and the other would look annoyed, something inside of him would break. Or even worse, if he'd look at Elijah and Elijah looked hurt..
That would be even worse. Elijah never looks hurt. Sure, sometimes he whines and almost pouts, petulant like a small child, but he's strong in his own way. He's never seen anything other than frustration on Elijah's face. Nothing more fragile than that, the uncontrollable moments during his heat aside.
But just sitting here and not looking at the other isn't going to solve a thing. So even though he still doesn't know what to tell the omega, he at least forces his head to turn and look at the other.
At least it's not as terrible as he expected.. Elijah doesn't look hurt, at least, so his world isn't shattering on the spot. But no matter how odd it is to see the other so calm.. it just makes Agreas feel like there's a storm brewing. Like Elijah just isn't showing anything yet until it really hits him, or something like that. There's no other way with how vocal the other had been about hating absolutely everything about having turned out an omega and everything that came with it.
Which is why words don't come for a moment - instead Agreas just looks incredibly awkward, his fingers twitching a little. His eyes fall on the other's messy black hair from everything before they slept, the mark on his otherwise unmarred skin.. ]
I...
[ His throat feels so unbelievably dry, especially once he actually meets the other's gaze - it makes him feel incredibly small, even though that feeling entirely comes from self-imposed blame. ]
I know I fucked up.. I didn't realise it earlier, but I should have found some way to make sure I'd hold back no matter what, and I-- [ He's sorry? He would turn it back if there was absolutely any way to do it at all?
Saying any of that is all useless. This is something that can't be reverted. He's bound the one person to him who wanted to escape that fate so badly, and that realisation makes any and all other words die in his throat. ]