[knowing just how much self control Red Wine usually has when it comes to biting and how much of an anxiety of what could come out of it, Dohalim takes a moment or two to answer back]
I see... He hasn't distanced himself from you, has he? Have the both of you spoken about it?
He hasn't. And we have. Steak and I have stood side by side for over two hundred years and he has never taken my fears seriously, but he handled it delicately.
But now I don't know if I can say it won't happen again. I don't want to hurt you, Do.
If I may be so bold to say, you won't. I don't know you as well as Steak does, I'll admit, but I know you well enough that I know you won't. That much I believe in.
Let me help you through this. But don't let this fear pull you away from me.
I'm glad you did. I care about you too much to let you go. And don't think for a second that this lessens my love for you, either. Everyone slips once in a while; no one is perfect.
You have no idea how it feels to not have your fears taken seriously for over two hundred years. To be told you won't turn into a monster because you're not so weak as that and yet feeling it clawing at you every time you smell a drop of blood on the air. To be afraid that one day you'll finally snap and hurt everyone around you.
And now it's happened. And I'm terrified. I don't know what to expect next. And you're using the same words he has used to dismiss me for TWO HUNDRED YEARS.
I was, and am not, dismissing your fears. I apologise for making it sound like I am.
But what would you like me to say? Would you prefer that I stand in the shadow of fear of what you think you could possibly do to me? Would you like me to say that I'm scared? Or would you prefer that I tell you that you should live in fear of something that I believe will not happen to you?
Red Wine, I understand that fear. I've hurt those close to me. I've killed someone close to me. I let myself slip and hurt others because of my own lack of self control.
[he could continue on that train of thought, but Dohalim also knows that this is absolutely not the time or place for that]
I'm not trying to dismiss your fears, or not take them seriously. I'd said those things because I simply believe that you would not give into those temptations so easily. And I have a feeling that Steak believes the same.
[well then it looks like Dohalim is going on a late night adventure to go find his dumb mans. for someone who usually second guesses his own decisions on what he wants and doesn't want, he's solidly made up his mind on this one.
so Red Wine shouldn't be surprised when he hears a knock on his door a while later. he can't let this go. his heart hurts for Red Wine, and right now he needs the company, as much as he probably thinks he doesn't]
[He doesn't expect Dohalim to come and find him because everything he knows about the man tells him that he won't. Everything that he thinks he knows tells him that Dohalim will simply agonise over having upset him or angered him and maybe that would be better, because maybe the less people who were close to him right now the better.
But when there's a knock, he doesn't need to guess who it might be. Steak doesn't knock.
He could ignore it, but he expects Dohalim might break down the door if he does. So he opens the door and stands there stiffly, unsure, his gaze wavering its way up from Dohalim's collar bone to his eyes.
And he crumbles, immediately, wrapping his arms tightly around the other man and pressing his face against his shoulder as a muted sob hiccups out of his chest.]
[he wouldn't have tried to break the door down. no, he'd do something more stupid, like camp out in front of said door until Red Wine either let him in or he was shooed away. either way, he would not have returned home for the rest of the night.
and seeing the other man in such a state, so different than how he usually carries himself, tells Dohalim that coming to see him was the right thing to do. more so when Red Wine pulls him in a desperate embrace, and when he hears that sob. his own arms instantly come up to hold onto the Food Soul, one hand pushed into his hair, and the other rubbing gentle circles on his back]
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[not a secret at this point that Dohalim sleeps late at night and it's a habit that he won't outgrow anytime soon]
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[And for someone who loves sleeping as much as Red Wine does that is no small admission.]
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But I feel like I might go mad if I don't.
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I bit Steak.
We were in bed together, I lost control... and I bit him.
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I see... He hasn't distanced himself from you, has he? Have the both of you spoken about it?
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And we have.
Steak and I have stood side by side for over two hundred years and he has never taken my fears seriously, but he handled it delicately.
But now I don't know if I can say it won't happen again.
I don't want to hurt you, Do.
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Let me help you through this. But don't let this fear pull you away from me.
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Do you remember what I told you about Fallen Angels?
I never told you that Food Souls can become them as well.
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It has almost happened to me once before.
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You sound just like him.
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To be told you won't turn into a monster because you're not so weak as that and yet feeling it clawing at you every time you smell a drop of blood on the air.
To be afraid that one day you'll finally snap and hurt everyone around you.
And now it's happened. And I'm terrified. I don't know what to expect next. And you're using the same words he has used to dismiss me for TWO HUNDRED YEARS.
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But what would you like me to say? Would you prefer that I stand in the shadow of fear of what you think you could possibly do to me? Would you like me to say that I'm scared? Or would you prefer that I tell you that you should live in fear of something that I believe will not happen to you?
Red Wine, I understand that fear. I've hurt those close to me. I've killed someone close to me. I let myself slip and hurt others because of my own lack of self control.
[he could continue on that train of thought, but Dohalim also knows that this is absolutely not the time or place for that]
I'm not trying to dismiss your fears, or not take them seriously. I'd said those things because I simply believe that you would not give into those temptations so easily. And I have a feeling that Steak believes the same.
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I have more than half a mind to come see you right now. I won't let you pull yourself away.
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Shouldn't have said anything. Stupid.]
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so Red Wine shouldn't be surprised when he hears a knock on his door a while later. he can't let this go. his heart hurts for Red Wine, and right now he needs the company, as much as he probably thinks he doesn't]
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But when there's a knock, he doesn't need to guess who it might be. Steak doesn't knock.
He could ignore it, but he expects Dohalim might break down the door if he does. So he opens the door and stands there stiffly, unsure, his gaze wavering its way up from Dohalim's collar bone to his eyes.
And he crumbles, immediately, wrapping his arms tightly around the other man and pressing his face against his shoulder as a muted sob hiccups out of his chest.]
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and seeing the other man in such a state, so different than how he usually carries himself, tells Dohalim that coming to see him was the right thing to do. more so when Red Wine pulls him in a desperate embrace, and when he hears that sob. his own arms instantly come up to hold onto the Food Soul, one hand pushed into his hair, and the other rubbing gentle circles on his back]
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