The memory hit Judah like a knife. Yeshua’s palm was broad and warm against his throat when he pressed his fingers into the flesh. “What would you do if I’d choked you, Judah?” A strange constellation of emotions passed through Judah’s body long before panic set in. He remembered his own voice, low like an old record that had been played too often. “Pray,” he said. Moan, he meant.
so since Sportacus is an elf, imagine him courting Robbie. giving him things he finds that he thinks Robbie might find useful, knitting him winter clothes so he doesn’t get cold, leaving cute notes so that only Robbie will find them (no one ever suspects the mail box), using elf magic to make plants grow that normally wouldn’t in their climate so that Robbie can have them, just absolutely doting on Robbie and Robbie doesn’t know how to respond whatsoever because he’s not used to this kind of attention and he’s grateful but somehow his face sticks in a weird almost blank smile and “thank you"s get stuck in his throat every time because what he really wants to say is "stop, I don’t deserve this” but he doesn’t really want Sportacus to stop