Thirteen Is Never Lucky

[ten_of_swords]

When Gorlim arrives, the room... the room is exactly like the one he just left.

The scents.

The furniture.

Gabriel's crib is at the foot of the bed, the couch still has Námo's discarded tunic on it, boots on the floor, the sapphire curtain on the window...

Although the room was decidedly vacant at the moment.

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[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Now he can neither move back, nor forward, nor squirm nor roll to the side. He is trapped, and vulnerable. His arms caught fast, the knee pressing against him, the sickening dizziness of the body's response to sexual stimuli which, without the participation of his will, brings no pleasure. Only the stomach-knotting pain that is shame, and fear, and doubt, and regret.

There are tears in his eyes as he answers the kiss with passive distaste.