[What she actually said settles in on him and oh. Oh fuck.
Much as Husk lectured against self-loathing, he always knew he wasn't anything fucking special. He was an alcoholic, a gambling addict, a goddamn mess of a man who'd fucked his existence over in two separate lifetimes though his own shitty, stupid choices. If he was asked to filter through both this life and his last to find something, anything worthwhile that he'd done... well, Lapis would be about the sum of it. He wasn't someone he'd expect anyone to actually want to tie their anchor to. He was fucking mess.
And yet here she was, asking for just that. He blinks once, trying to work through the booze and surge of emotions to find words again. When he does find them, they're in Russian because he's honestly been knocked off track with her request and has latched onto the first thing that comes back to his mind. His voice is a little gruffer than usual, his chest feeling tight and weird. She knows, she fucking knows that he's a loser. And yet- ]
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Much as Husk lectured against self-loathing, he always knew he wasn't anything fucking special. He was an alcoholic, a gambling addict, a goddamn mess of a man who'd fucked his existence over in two separate lifetimes though his own shitty, stupid choices. If he was asked to filter through both this life and his last to find something, anything worthwhile that he'd done... well, Lapis would be about the sum of it. He wasn't someone he'd expect anyone to actually want to tie their anchor to. He was fucking mess.
And yet here she was, asking for just that. He blinks once, trying to work through the booze and surge of emotions to find words again. When he does find them, they're in Russian because he's honestly been knocked off track with her request and has latched onto the first thing that comes back to his mind. His voice is a little gruffer than usual, his chest feeling tight and weird. She knows, she fucking knows that he's a loser. And yet- ]
You... you actually want that?