[It's only one word. But what a potent word it is. What is he tempted by? These vicious urges? Other desires that spike through his spine, sharp yet heavy?]
[He misses Malkuth. He misses the way she held him so dear, with warm hands that curved around his face, trailed down scarred skin. He's thirsty for a lot in this world. A better world. The laughter of children. And touch, yes, touch. It tears him apart. It grounds him.]
[Silco's hands thread through his. With his mouth where it is, he can feel Silco's heartbeat so distinctly that he almost feels like his teeth should be at his chest again. What is he tempted by? Does he even know? What answer should he give?]
[Does he even want this, or is this pure restless urge?]
[Vergilius sighs. The way they hold hands remind him of that time in the labryinth, two men standing at the precipice of everything. Well, he supposes he has an answer, as his grip squeezes, and he hisses into the other's ear.]
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[He misses Malkuth. He misses the way she held him so dear, with warm hands that curved around his face, trailed down scarred skin. He's thirsty for a lot in this world. A better world. The laughter of children. And touch, yes, touch. It tears him apart. It grounds him.]
[Silco's hands thread through his. With his mouth where it is, he can feel Silco's heartbeat so distinctly that he almost feels like his teeth should be at his chest again. What is he tempted by? Does he even know? What answer should he give?]
[Does he even want this, or is this pure restless urge?]
[Vergilius sighs. The way they hold hands remind him of that time in the labryinth, two men standing at the precipice of everything. Well, he supposes he has an answer, as his grip squeezes, and he hisses into the other's ear.]
You.