"You deserve more, Isaac. I keep telling you that." And he kept seeing Isaac as that pure, perfect example of fae. One abused and hurt, and unlike Vex or any of his victims, not deserving of it. "We should do things more often that make you feel peace," he murmured, nuzzling at the corner of his mouth, this his cheek.
"We can, yeah. It could work. Maybe just more often, but not hurting you. You're sure it's okay?" He was learning consent, dammit. Had been from Kenzi and Bo, and then Isaac. He was trying hard to get it right.
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Date: 2015-04-07 05:12 am (UTC)"We can, yeah. It could work. Maybe just more often, but not hurting you. You're sure it's okay?" He was learning consent, dammit. Had been from Kenzi and Bo, and then Isaac. He was trying hard to get it right.