[The cafe does serve Mavros' newest addiction but he cannot dredge up the want for something that will leave him so intensely alert. Instead he flashes a smile lovely enough but far from his eyes to the girl behind the counter and earns the tea that she deems the best in the shop for his meager efforts.
...he has no idea what he's doing and only now does he realize he's been playing up some fantasy of how this would go. He would offer himself; Edgeworth would clearly see he deserved to be punished and then do so with minimal pause and little hesitation. It would purge the sickness in him which had rooted instead the hulking lust. It would make things even. He would no longer be so agonized over what he did because Edgeworth would have his own satisfaction that he took what he needed out on him to erase the horror of it all.
That's what he wanted.
Juggling Edgeworth's guilt, coercing him into what he needed to do wasn't in the plan. Mavros has to wonder in he's violating him again, pressing as he is even if he can see the cracks whispering everything against the words that come from Edgeworth's lips.
The man's decree stops him with his hand on the back of the chair. Mavros opens his mouth with his brow furrowing in protest and then closes it.
no subject
...he has no idea what he's doing and only now does he realize he's been playing up some fantasy of how this would go. He would offer himself; Edgeworth would clearly see he deserved to be punished and then do so with minimal pause and little hesitation. It would purge the sickness in him which had rooted instead the hulking lust. It would make things even. He would no longer be so agonized over what he did because Edgeworth would have his own satisfaction that he took what he needed out on him to erase the horror of it all.
That's what he wanted.
Juggling Edgeworth's guilt, coercing him into what he needed to do wasn't in the plan. Mavros has to wonder in he's violating him again, pressing as he is even if he can see the cracks whispering everything against the words that come from Edgeworth's lips.
The man's decree stops him with his hand on the back of the chair. Mavros opens his mouth with his brow furrowing in protest and then closes it.
He seats himself and sets the cup down.]
As you wish.