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“ The truth is rarely pure and never simple. ”

@notycurmary

“–I get that.” his voice is… oddly accepting, yet there’s a shortness to his response. It’s clipped, as though James doesn’t want to talk about the truth. The truth is what had gotten him here; or more accurately, his denial of it. The understanding of that truth, while bringing some comfort, had left him in more of a tail spin than he’d like to admit.

Admitting to the ugly truths, the rotten cores, deep within one’s conscious, was never easy. It was never simple, just as Maria said.

Still, that pissed him off. Some small sliver of himself, some annoying god damn part of himself, still felt shame at how he truly was.

[somethingihavetodo-blog]

What is your weirdest fetish?

“I enjoy blood, knives, guns, bit of torture.” He says this so matter-of-factly; no hesitance or skip of his words. As though he’s describing the weather, or what he had for breakfast. In fact, James is smiling, “Few other things, but those’re for, uh, special people.” the people he actually wanted to fuck – no need to let the whole world know.

[somethingihavetodo-blog]

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Karasu. )

@abyssstaresback

[somethingihavetodo-blog]

what do you think it's gonna be like to make out with yourself?

“Not to, uh, toot my own horn or anything, but,” he leaned back a bit, the slightest of smiles lifting before it grew into a somewhat smirk, “pretty good.”

@abyssstaresback

[somethingihavetodo-blog]

“Tell me, James, now when did you last let your heart decide?”

“–My…” he trails, uncomfortable with the topic at hand. His heart? Since when had that truly been a deciding factor in anything he had ever done? James primarily ran on desires, yes, but he had never quite stopped to consider feelings. Heart, to him, meant emotions, and emotional response ( sans violence and aggression ) was not his strongest suit.

A frown thinned along his features, and he stared across at the woman that had addressed him. For a moment, his brows furrowed, before his expression seemed to loosen to that neutral, passive look.

“Why do you care?”

@sanctirubrumdeus