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elliot "tyler durden" alderson ([personal profile] raw) wrote in [community profile] station72 2018-01-22 10:47 am (UTC)

[ Elliot is familiar with that kind of feeling, at least. Just get it over with, this thing that is both a necessity and the least welcome thing in the world. Does that reluctant demand count as permission? It must.

He does it.

It happens as soon as their skin touches, hand closing over Bakugo's — Elliot's broad palms and blunt fingers are even as an adult a weird counterpoint to his skinny body. The power wells up, and he floods it down that connection. For Hadrian the pill had been coated in honey; for Bakugo it's not as sweet, or as careful. Elliot has been aching to shut him up, and it shows.

The power is one of smothering, spreading numbness, a thick blanket thrown over the fires of Bakugo's explosive emotions. Elliot can taste the acrid smoke of them in the back of his throat, feels the young flex of muscles and the sick guilt. It's worse than what he took from Hadrian, maybe because that was mostly second hand, or maybe because that particular conflagration had similar roots in Elliot's own. Whatever the reason, this time is different, and he lets out a sharp breath of air like Bakugo just punched him in the stomach.
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