pyropolar:

       _{‘ elwood … ‘  the words frighten him. he’s led to believe that something BIGGER is going on here, something he can’t do a damn thing to fix. his hands press to either side of the other’s face to hold him in place, eyes brimming with concern as their gazes lock. ‘ keep your eyes on me. you’re going to be fine. i’m going to make it go away, i … promise you that. ‘}

        _{he scrunches his eyes shut and presses his forehead to mason’s chest again, a growl of frustration emitting from his lips. it’s not at mason, but at himself – he’s so used to maintaining his facade of absolute control that when he feels it slipping he gets anxious, the itch to regain control coursing through his veins to the point where it panics him. he looks up, eyes slightly unfocused but they lock on mason’s, in time, searching. ❛ .. – you’re gonna take it away, mase.. i know you will. i trust you. ❜}