The worst part is that it's working. Miles put them in this terrible situation, severed those cherished links they'd built with the pack, and successfuly weasled his way inside without ever claiming them for himself. His presence is overwhelming, as threatening as it is soothing, oppressive and comforting all at once. It's not the presence they want, not the link they desire, but it's something. And compared to the awful, howling emptiness, Kurt will cling to that comfort every time they're offered it.
Even now, knowing full well what he's done and what his plans are—taking them and their child, impregnating them, building a family only to use it against their old one—Kurt doesn't resist him as he pulls them close. Miles is repugnant and dangerous and so, so cruel, but he's there. He's a soothing hand and a warm breath and a soft voice, a strong firm body against their own. They shiver at the closeness, and they cannot pretend that none of it is with delight, however reluctant.
Except when his final suggestion is spoken. His final threat. The sob that escapes them shakes the walls of the flimsy lean-to. "P-Please, no," they cry, burying their face into his shoulder. Part of them is screaming to get away from him, push away and run, to somehow warn the others of what Miles is preparing to do. But even if their legs weren't tied at the ankles, they'd never make it anywhere. If he's already intent on killing his former pack, his family, surely the only thing stopping him from killing Kurt too is their continued compliance and obedience. Still, this... they can't accept this. "Sir, please, don't— d-don't hurt them, we don't have to hurt them, p-please— please..."
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Date: 2023-11-12 11:55 pm (UTC)Even now, knowing full well what he's done and what his plans are—taking them and their child, impregnating them, building a family only to use it against their old one—Kurt doesn't resist him as he pulls them close. Miles is repugnant and dangerous and so, so cruel, but he's there. He's a soothing hand and a warm breath and a soft voice, a strong firm body against their own. They shiver at the closeness, and they cannot pretend that none of it is with delight, however reluctant.
Except when his final suggestion is spoken. His final threat. The sob that escapes them shakes the walls of the flimsy lean-to. "P-Please, no," they cry, burying their face into his shoulder. Part of them is screaming to get away from him, push away and run, to somehow warn the others of what Miles is preparing to do. But even if their legs weren't tied at the ankles, they'd never make it anywhere. If he's already intent on killing his former pack, his family, surely the only thing stopping him from killing Kurt too is their continued compliance and obedience. Still, this... they can't accept this. "Sir, please, don't— d-don't hurt them, we don't have to hurt them, p-please— please..."