[Fear, then. Fear so profound that even worlds away he will not phrase anything in such a way that it could possibly be taken as negative. That careful phrasing, the wordsmithing to ensure no one thinks you're being disrespectful...
It reminds him so much of Mors.
The idea that Will has someone out there like that for him is awful. It makes him sick to think of it, especially knowing how long it took for him to gradually separate himself from that mindset, something he still has not done fully, not even close. Every time he even considers it a chill runs down his spine and he swears he can feel the sharp bite of a blizzard spell at the back of his neck.
Just thinking about it makes him uncomfortable, makes his shoulders tighten and he has to force himself not to tense up again.]
Will... Come here?
[He's pushed too far to feel comfortable invading the younger man's space. If he needs space he can have it. But Cor forces himself to lean back into the wall of the tub, to let the heat seep into his shoulders a little more.]
no subject
It reminds him so much of Mors.
The idea that Will has someone out there like that for him is awful. It makes him sick to think of it, especially knowing how long it took for him to gradually separate himself from that mindset, something he still has not done fully, not even close. Every time he even considers it a chill runs down his spine and he swears he can feel the sharp bite of a blizzard spell at the back of his neck.
Just thinking about it makes him uncomfortable, makes his shoulders tighten and he has to force himself not to tense up again.]
Will... Come here?
[He's pushed too far to feel comfortable invading the younger man's space. If he needs space he can have it. But Cor forces himself to lean back into the wall of the tub, to let the heat seep into his shoulders a little more.]
Regis' father was also not a man to displease.