[ It's not the first time that Claude has been in a life threatening position, but he thinks this might the only time that he's not actually afraid. It's not that he trusts Sylvain, and it's not even for a nefarious reason like using this for blackmail against him later but...
He just knows. That despite everything and their differences, Sylvain wouldn't deliberately hurt him. That most of the damage that Sylvain does is toward himself, for some baffling reason that Claude can't comprehend—and hasn't tried.
There's still a matter of pride, and his ego could be hurt at being bested, but it doesn't manifest. Maybe it's because of the paralytic or the shock of such an unexpected turn, or the blood loss making him lethargic, but he doesn't care.
In the strangest way, this feels less like an attack and more like someone desperate reaching out a hand. Almost like he can feel the need that's plaguing Sylvain's senses, and despite trying to rip his throat out only a minute ago, he decides to be gentle. Because even though it's Sylvain with his teeth at his neck, Claude feels like he's the one in power.
It helps too, that as Sylvain returns to his senses, he doesn't even try to hide his panic. Claude probably couldn't even panic if he tried, resting his forehead against Sylvain's shoulder tiredly. ]
Yeah? [ He smiles, amused, because this is such a ridiculous situation. ] Are you seriously looking at me for answers right now?
[ His cheek mashes against Sylvain's shoulder as he looks up at him dazedly. ]
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He just knows. That despite everything and their differences, Sylvain wouldn't deliberately hurt him. That most of the damage that Sylvain does is toward himself, for some baffling reason that Claude can't comprehend—and hasn't tried.
There's still a matter of pride, and his ego could be hurt at being bested, but it doesn't manifest. Maybe it's because of the paralytic or the shock of such an unexpected turn, or the blood loss making him lethargic, but he doesn't care.
In the strangest way, this feels less like an attack and more like someone desperate reaching out a hand. Almost like he can feel the need that's plaguing Sylvain's senses, and despite trying to rip his throat out only a minute ago, he decides to be gentle. Because even though it's Sylvain with his teeth at his neck, Claude feels like he's the one in power.
It helps too, that as Sylvain returns to his senses, he doesn't even try to hide his panic. Claude probably couldn't even panic if he tried, resting his forehead against Sylvain's shoulder tiredly. ]
Yeah? [ He smiles, amused, because this is such a ridiculous situation. ] Are you seriously looking at me for answers right now?
[ His cheek mashes against Sylvain's shoulder as he looks up at him dazedly. ]
That was weird.