"Always worth a shot," the leader replies flippantly, though Carver thinks there might be an edge there. Like maybe that was the idea, but it isn't working so well. Try to divide them but they won't turn on each other. Carver holds onto Pope's knee and he's hurt but he won't flinch from the commander. Won't abandon him.
Pope won't abandon him, either. He promised.
Then the leader's hand settles on Carver's back and he goes very still. For a moment, he can barely breathe.
"Maybe we will be sweet to you today. Treat you right." The leader chuckles softly, trailing his fingers up Carver's spine. And Carver holds himself as still as he possibly can. Trying so hard not to breathe, not to exist. "Shhh, just be still. Good boy. Just be still. Why don't you get up there and make your boss feel good, hmm?"
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Date: 2024-06-11 02:32 am (UTC)Pope won't abandon him, either. He promised.
Then the leader's hand settles on Carver's back and he goes very still. For a moment, he can barely breathe.
"Maybe we will be sweet to you today. Treat you right." The leader chuckles softly, trailing his fingers up Carver's spine. And Carver holds himself as still as he possibly can. Trying so hard not to breathe, not to exist. "Shhh, just be still. Good boy. Just be still. Why don't you get up there and make your boss feel good, hmm?"