'In my study,' answered Laurent, almost grateful for the sudden heat in Damen's eyes. Rage could make one so volatile, yet in this instance Laurent felt strengthened by it, held up where his own nerves were slowly failing him as the day's trials marched on.
'And Erasmus is a man, and your sexual ideal, trained from birth to please you. It is not the same. You turned him out - he is now making his own life for the first time. If I turn this boy out, his only recourse is the children's home, and they did a piss poor job of looking after him. Will you have me send him back?'
Laurent lifted his chin. His voice remained soft, but it was laser sharp. 'Look at his wrists, Damen.'
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Date: 2017-01-31 06:09 am (UTC)'And Erasmus is a man, and your sexual ideal, trained from birth to please you. It is not the same. You turned him out - he is now making his own life for the first time. If I turn this boy out, his only recourse is the children's home, and they did a piss poor job of looking after him. Will you have me send him back?'
Laurent lifted his chin. His voice remained soft, but it was laser sharp. 'Look at his wrists, Damen.'