wutherings: (09)
wutherings ([personal profile] wutherings) wrote in [community profile] peacockstop 2025-01-23 05:28 pm (UTC)

[ A world-weary sigh. Heathcliff bumps back. ]

Come off it, woman. You ain't. I ain't. Blimey. I ain't your first choice in all of this, is all. 'S obvious, innit?

[ Although if Heathcliff had to ask the same question of himself, which one of my coworkers would I recreationally fuck given a relatively high stakes situation, Heathcliff would be hard pressed to come up with an answer himself. He's attached to his coworkers, sure, but when half of them would kill you as soon as look at you and the others are frankly off, it becomes less of a matter of taste and more of survival. Rodya would be the most pleasant about it, maybe, but even she comes with her risks. ]

Imagine if I, what? Tossed you down right now. Tell me that you wouldn't knock my block clean off my shoulders. I ain't bothered about it, it's just what you do.

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