For now Philip convinces himself to put a stop to his blind anger and actually listen to what Daniel is saying.
A wrong. And he kept asking about the sheets, so... what if he knows? Or suspects, at least? Could Philip be wanted as a mere witness to a dispute concerning the other side only?
If so, then why does he care? Does this Mirror Daniel consider himself a force of justice on the other side? A fighter against the crime of homosexuality he most likely despises?
Or could it be just the reverse? Could it be... personal?Jealousy? Could their pure and platonic friendship on this side have fallen victim to the same depravity as his interaction with Dean?
Daniel spreads his arms wide on the bed, fingers clasping the sheets. He lies there bare as layers and layers of clothing have been discarded on the floor. Philip joins, seemingly out of nowhere. Stradles Daniel and looks down on him hungrily, licking his lips in anticipation. Daniel in turn parts his own lips, his own legs and moans, beckoning Philip to--
Terrible mental images. No, Philip doesn't even want to think about it. He swallows and forces himself to maintain eye contact. ]
Really?
[ That's all he says, tone slow and deadpan. Another step back. His fingers sliding closer to the bag's zipper. ]
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For now Philip convinces himself to put a stop to his blind anger and actually listen to what Daniel is saying.
A wrong. And he kept asking about the sheets, so... what if he knows? Or suspects, at least? Could Philip be wanted as a mere witness to a dispute concerning the other side only?
If so, then why does he care? Does this Mirror Daniel consider himself a force of justice on the other side? A fighter against the crime of homosexuality he most likely despises?
Or could it be just the reverse? Could it be... personal? Jealousy? Could their pure and platonic friendship on this side have fallen victim to the same depravity as his interaction with Dean?
Daniel spreads his arms wide on the bed, fingers clasping the sheets. He lies there bare as layers and layers of clothing have been discarded on the floor. Philip joins, seemingly out of nowhere. Stradles Daniel and looks down on him hungrily, licking his lips in anticipation. Daniel in turn parts his own lips, his own legs and moans, beckoning Philip to--
Terrible mental images. No, Philip doesn't even want to think about it. He swallows and forces himself to maintain eye contact. ]
Really?
[ That's all he says, tone slow and deadpan. Another step back. His fingers sliding closer to the bag's zipper. ]