[ They twitch, a spread into a sharp little thing.
He knows. Vergilius is dangerous too, particularly to him. He may be dangerous with this plots, a little spider's web of plans and schemes; but Vergilius... He curls his fingers against his spine. He's threatened it plenty, and he knows he is not one to make promises he can't keep.
But he doesn't. Would he, eventually? That dance with danger, the third specter in the room between them, Silco feels it looming. It doesn't frighten him, but he's never let things like that frighten him. In fact... ]
You think so? [ He asks, his tone just this side of coy, a touch teasing. He guides him deeper in, still those tight little steps, moving deeper in. ]
Maybe I should see how well you can tread water then, hm?
[ Deeper in, Vergilius will find his knees bump the back of the bed, like he's already been nudged and guided where he wants him to be. ]
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He knows. Vergilius is dangerous too, particularly to him. He may be dangerous with this plots, a little spider's web of plans and schemes; but Vergilius... He curls his fingers against his spine. He's threatened it plenty, and he knows he is not one to make promises he can't keep.
But he doesn't. Would he, eventually? That dance with danger, the third specter in the room between them, Silco feels it looming. It doesn't frighten him, but he's never let things like that frighten him. In fact... ]
You think so? [ He asks, his tone just this side of coy, a touch teasing. He guides him deeper in, still those tight little steps, moving deeper in. ]
Maybe I should see how well you can tread water then, hm?
[ Deeper in, Vergilius will find his knees bump the back of the bed, like he's already been nudged and guided where he wants him to be. ]