Damian's shock at his orders is absolute, so it is rather numbly that he takes a backward step and reaches out to slip the lock. The metallic glide of it seems loud in the silence of the room.
He steps away from the door, his eyes never leaving Anita as he makes his way to the bed. It is with otherworldly grace that he slips beneath the sheets and scoots close to Anita. He doesn't touch her, as that had not been part of her command, and is a bit unsure of the situation. Every inch of him screams to hold and be held, and he clenches his hands to maintain control.
His face is framed by a pool of blood-like crimson as he asks, "What is it you wish of me?" Damian needs to know exactly what he is allowed. He expects the slightest slip at these critical moments will lead to the agony of abandonment. He'll do nearly anything to see that doesn't happen.
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Date: 2009-09-07 04:09 pm (UTC)He steps away from the door, his eyes never leaving Anita as he makes his way to the bed. It is with otherworldly grace that he slips beneath the sheets and scoots close to Anita. He doesn't touch her, as that had not been part of her command, and is a bit unsure of the situation. Every inch of him screams to hold and be held, and he clenches his hands to maintain control.
His face is framed by a pool of blood-like crimson as he asks, "What is it you wish of me?" Damian needs to know exactly what he is allowed. He expects the slightest slip at these critical moments will lead to the agony of abandonment. He'll do nearly anything to see that doesn't happen.