[He could snap. He could let this situation take a turn for the worst and end up with something as dire as murder itself. All because of one simple word: 'Stop.' Dared to be uttered and really, who tells Jim Moriarty to stop? The dead, that's who.
But he doesn't react much upon it, not this time. Already quite worked up, he doesn't really see the point as he's shoved slightly back. If anything, the contradictory move back just indicates there's a bit of a power struggle here.
Like. Hell.]
Serious now? Are you a saint, you would much rather top than--
[And the slight movement in his tremble catches his eye. Something he didn't quite expect to ever see, Jonathan Crane in rare form, full of a strange fear layered in neediness. Pleasing, soooo pleasing that he can't help but giggle to himself, gently pressing his form closer into his. Shiftiness and friction that dares, complete with a voice that sings:]
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Date: 2012-05-02 11:24 am (UTC)But he doesn't react much upon it, not this time. Already quite worked up, he doesn't really see the point as he's shoved slightly back. If anything, the contradictory move back just indicates there's a bit of a power struggle here.
Like. Hell.]
Serious now? Are you a saint, you would much rather top than--
[And the slight movement in his tremble catches his eye. Something he didn't quite expect to ever see, Jonathan Crane in rare form, full of a strange fear layered in neediness. Pleasing, soooo pleasing that he can't help but giggle to himself, gently pressing his form closer into his. Shiftiness and friction that dares, complete with a voice that sings:]
You don't really get around, do you?~