[ Part of it is making him angry, the other part of him is already bleeding for Fjord's utter confusion and frustration over himself. ]
That's a mess. I don't belong to many people. I love them and I need them, but not like you. Just you. You know that, but something in your head messes it up, yeah?
[ He leans in, leaning their foreheads together. ]
Would it feel better to put your own mark on me? A real one, I mean.
[ He draws back his lips a little to show fangs. It might not be something he should be enabling, but anything to soothe that confused head. (And a little, tiny part of him thinks it's hot.) ]
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Okay. I get what you mean.
[ Part of it is making him angry, the other part of him is already bleeding for Fjord's utter confusion and frustration over himself. ]
That's a mess. I don't belong to many people. I love them and I need them, but not like you. Just you. You know that, but something in your head messes it up, yeah?
[ He leans in, leaning their foreheads together. ]
Would it feel better to put your own mark on me? A real one, I mean.
[ He draws back his lips a little to show fangs. It might not be something he should be enabling, but anything to soothe that confused head. (And a little, tiny part of him thinks it's hot.) ]
I'm yours, love.