[ Maybe he has learned, at least a small measure, but Silco still cuts like a serrated blade, digs in, and he's difficult to dislodge once he's in, and he wonders if he's dug in enough, if he could β would pull away now? Then again, is Vergilius digging in, too? He asks something like this of him.
He agreed? He wants him to be his, and it doesn't matter that they are in secret, hidden and sequestered away where nobody will see them. Why would it matter, that it is hidden away from the world, when the alternative is...
He bites and nibbles at his lip, at his nose. Not a monster, he says? He communicates like one, he bites and worries. Silco doesn't mind that, his lips twitch, his head tipped just so. His hand on his back is warm, and present. Large. He sways, and Silco tipped his body, not even a gap of sunlight between them. Interlocked, their free hands are already joined, his flask still there. He takes it, and tosses it behind them, an afterthought, before he takes his hand proper. Thin fingers interlock with his, this thumb rubs against the side of his, a scrape of nail against skin to accompany it. ]
Now, don't get too excited. Most of our dances held one purpose, you know. [ It's easy to assume what, they're so close, hips to hips, the only air their difference in heights. He nudges him back, to take a small step, but he follows, before he guides him to the right, keeping close. It's a tight motion, like limited space would keep them close. ]
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He agreed? He wants him to be his, and it doesn't matter that they are in secret, hidden and sequestered away where nobody will see them. Why would it matter, that it is hidden away from the world, when the alternative is...
He bites and nibbles at his lip, at his nose. Not a monster, he says? He communicates like one, he bites and worries. Silco doesn't mind that, his lips twitch, his head tipped just so. His hand on his back is warm, and present. Large. He sways, and Silco tipped his body, not even a gap of sunlight between them. Interlocked, their free hands are already joined, his flask still there. He takes it, and tosses it behind them, an afterthought, before he takes his hand proper. Thin fingers interlock with his, this thumb rubs against the side of his, a scrape of nail against skin to accompany it. ]
Now, don't get too excited. Most of our dances held one purpose, you know. [ It's easy to assume what, they're so close, hips to hips, the only air their difference in heights. He nudges him back, to take a small step, but he follows, before he guides him to the right, keeping close. It's a tight motion, like limited space would keep them close. ]