[I trust that you won't hurt me she says, and for the most fractional of moments there's a flickerflash of some dark emotion on his face, something bitter and hostile and cold because she shouldn't do that, she shouldn't. He isn't something to be trusted, not when even she (LilylilyLily) in the end had felt his hands around her throat the tender yielding of her flesh as he'd squeezed and squeezed, attempting to wring the life right out of her, his jealousy a hot heavy thing that had filled him up and made him burn and want just once to be as good as all the rest of them. Never mind that he'd regretted it later, that he'd never wanted for her to die, not really. Never mind that the incident he's thinking of had ended with her plunging her fingers into his eyes and tearing, leaving him blinded and broken whilst all the others died around him.
Dark thoughts then, but something else, too. Something small and quiet and filled with the deep tug of longing. To have someone put that trust in him, to think him worth trusting...well--
--he shakes his head, abruptly. Just once. Lets out a breath. And then he's reaching with the knife in his hand, pressing it to the pale flesh of her outstretched palm. Slices quick and sharp, but not deep. Enough to draw blood but little more than that.]
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Dark thoughts then, but something else, too. Something small and quiet and filled with the deep tug of longing. To have someone put that trust in him, to think him worth trusting...well--
--he shakes his head, abruptly. Just once. Lets out a breath. And then he's reaching with the knife in his hand, pressing it to the pale flesh of her outstretched palm. Slices quick and sharp, but not deep. Enough to draw blood but little more than that.]