The angel stared at Jack, brow furrowing as he took his lover's words and felt them shatter against his body like bullets. His shield was faltering though at each powerful emotional response hurled at him. Shit. He never meant to hurt Jack this way. The empathy pouring from the other man was almost overpowering full of pain and anger.
Closing his eyes he could almost picture Jack back in his own cruel world. The pictures were faded but it showed him being auctioned off like some piece of property. The whole warped image of his lover being groped by strangers hell bent on grabbing him for themselves. It sickened Balthazar who's eyes snapped open, hands gripping the bar top to stable himself. Fuck. What was that? An empathic projection of some kind? His eyes were wide and the tears were flowing freely down his cheeks now, unable to compose himself any longer.
"Jack...I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, your life---that auction. I---had no idea."
It was all he could rasp as the angel wiped at his eyes with the back of his palm. The hatred for the abusers now wrenching at his very core. The poor man made to feel like dirt. Like nothing. Yes, Jack was angry at Balthazar because he had reason to be. His life was taken away fro him before it could even begin.
"You may think I only care about myself but you're wrong. Your life was over before it had a chance to even begin. You deserve better than to be passed around like some object. I love you. No matter what."
Being telepathic himself, Balthazar tried to desperately project his feelings and emotions into Jack's heart and mind. Would it work? Even through the torrent of raw emotion, the angel had to try.
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Date: 2020-11-09 05:26 pm (UTC)Closing his eyes he could almost picture Jack back in his own cruel world. The pictures were faded but it showed him being auctioned off like some piece of property. The whole warped image of his lover being groped by strangers hell bent on grabbing him for themselves. It sickened Balthazar who's eyes snapped open, hands gripping the bar top to stable himself. Fuck. What was that? An empathic projection of some kind? His eyes were wide and the tears were flowing freely down his cheeks now, unable to compose himself any longer.
"Jack...I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, your life---that auction. I---had no idea."
It was all he could rasp as the angel wiped at his eyes with the back of his palm. The hatred for the abusers now wrenching at his very core. The poor man made to feel like dirt. Like nothing. Yes, Jack was angry at Balthazar because he had reason to be. His life was taken away fro him before it could even begin.
"You may think I only care about myself but you're wrong. Your life was over before it had a chance to even begin. You deserve better than to be passed around like some object. I love you. No matter what."
Being telepathic himself, Balthazar tried to desperately project his feelings and emotions into Jack's heart and mind. Would it work? Even through the torrent of raw emotion, the angel had to try.