With this second denial, this refusal, this inability to sate the heat-sickness which has been growing since Hamilton left him collapsed on the floor of their home, Burr shatters completely.
There are no loud sobs, but his frame shakes, and those omega sounds spill from his regardless. He gives up. There is nothing to do, nowhere to go. Where his life had been the morning before, everything is lost in ruin. There will be no peace for him, even unto death. He gives up.
He doesn't fight when the slave carries him from the room, because to fight or even assist would mean he is working under any power of his own. He thinks, if he is left in the street he will stay there. Find some dark place to lay until he never moves again.
He is not thinking of his children, or Hamilton. It is all lostnand confused beneath a muddy mess of hormones and a pain which stretches to the core of him, which will not be soothed by anything which holds the power to soothe.
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There are no loud sobs, but his frame shakes, and those omega sounds spill from his regardless. He gives up. There is nothing to do, nowhere to go. Where his life had been the morning before, everything is lost in ruin. There will be no peace for him, even unto death. He gives up.
He doesn't fight when the slave carries him from the room, because to fight or even assist would mean he is working under any power of his own. He thinks, if he is left in the street he will stay there. Find some dark place to lay until he never moves again.
He is not thinking of his children, or Hamilton. It is all lostnand confused beneath a muddy mess of hormones and a pain which stretches to the core of him, which will not be soothed by anything which holds the power to soothe.