In a few days, Billy is going to be ashamed of himself. He's going to descend into a dark, self-hating place the likes of which would be instructive even for someone like Goodnight. He hates what he is. Hates what he turned out to be and what it means for him every few months. He hates how it purges his mind of reason and how, underneath it all, it removes his wishes from the equation and replaces it with blind need.
And he never hates it more than right now, in the transition. The last few moments when he can feel the difference between his rational mind and the fire of his heat. "Goody," he breathes, moaning as his hand turns, wanting more contact. Wanting the Alpha to leave and stay in equal measure. "There's...nothing to do, right now. I am going to burn up and...in a day or so it's going to be over."
He wants ice, though. Which is a tall order and he knows it. This town is hardly one with vast resources. If they were someplace more structured, he might have stood a chance for it. But here? He'd be lucky if someone even had an icebox out here. But still...
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Date: 2016-11-13 02:08 am (UTC)And he never hates it more than right now, in the transition. The last few moments when he can feel the difference between his rational mind and the fire of his heat. "Goody," he breathes, moaning as his hand turns, wanting more contact. Wanting the Alpha to leave and stay in equal measure. "There's...nothing to do, right now. I am going to burn up and...in a day or so it's going to be over."
He wants ice, though. Which is a tall order and he knows it. This town is hardly one with vast resources. If they were someplace more structured, he might have stood a chance for it. But here? He'd be lucky if someone even had an icebox out here. But still...
"Maybe water? Cold water, if they have it?"