[ He doesn’t question why Mika wants to know. All of him belongs to Mika anyway.
(And all of Mika belongs to him.) ]
No, Mika, I have to. I want to. [ So he can hold onto his wrists, they fit perfectly in his hands, thumbs resting at the base of his palms - he can do that and spill these thoughts into their shared cup. ] I hate the idea that it’s not a big deal to - threaten you? Treat you like a danger? It is a big deal - to me. Always.
If a single spell from his lips is aimed in your direction, I’ll kill him.
[ He’s never - but he would, he thinks. Never mind that it’s against Heaven’s laws to kill a human, Ginger doesn’t live in that world anymore.
(He hadn’t realized he’d done anything to make Solomon consider killing him. Oh. His glass heart, it hurts. And from it bleeds bitterness. Solomon threatened his heart - Mika - first.)
(It would be nice if these hurts were as temporary as Solomon’s stay, but Ginger knows himself.)
(In the end, is this what Solomon leaves him with? A pact, broken before it could be promised, and a wand, intended for his throat. Is that how goodbyes work?)
… Never mind Solomon, too. That’s not who’s in front of him right now; he isn’t important. ]
Understand, love, please - I’m someone who loves all of you.
[ He uses Mika’s words to make a point, a thumb rubs at his still pulse to draw his attention back to the Ginger who is out here in the present, rather than whatever hurt there is inside.
(Temporary, meaningless - it might as well be in the past now.) ]
We share the same heart, so if you bleed… I bleed. We bleed.
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(And all of Mika belongs to him.) ]
No, Mika, I have to. I want to. [ So he can hold onto his wrists, they fit perfectly in his hands, thumbs resting at the base of his palms - he can do that and spill these thoughts into their shared cup. ] I hate the idea that it’s not a big deal to - threaten you? Treat you like a danger? It is a big deal - to me. Always.
If a single spell from his lips is aimed in your direction, I’ll kill him.
[ He’s never - but he would, he thinks. Never mind that it’s against Heaven’s laws to kill a human, Ginger doesn’t live in that world anymore.
(He hadn’t realized he’d done anything to make Solomon consider killing him. Oh. His glass heart, it hurts. And from it bleeds bitterness. Solomon threatened his heart - Mika - first.)
(It would be nice if these hurts were as temporary as Solomon’s stay, but Ginger knows himself.)
(In the end, is this what Solomon leaves him with? A pact, broken before it could be promised, and a wand, intended for his throat. Is that how goodbyes work?)
… Never mind Solomon, too. That’s not who’s in front of him right now; he isn’t important. ]
Understand, love, please - I’m someone who loves all of you.
[ He uses Mika’s words to make a point, a thumb rubs at his still pulse to draw his attention back to the Ginger who is out here in the present, rather than whatever hurt there is inside.
(Temporary, meaningless - it might as well be in the past now.) ]
We share the same heart, so if you bleed… I bleed. We bleed.