I am not being c-cute. [ A protest, delicately lodged. Emet-Selch fits a finger beneath Viktor's jaw, and his gaze goes where it's directed without resistance. Too readily, perhaps, does he heed Emet-Selch's command -- too readily does he find himself enjoying allowing Hades to direct him. ] You are very precise with your words. It- it makes me s-stop to more thoroughly consider my own. Before we came back to the First, I rarely stayed in the same p-place twice in a-
[ Hades changes their situation with a thoughtless snap, and though Viktor does not flinch at the change, it does leave him feeling a bit silly. Sat on stone wearing pants he wasn't a moment before, staring up at Emet-Selch, half-clothed. Noticing that he is half-clothed, not draped in pajamas that hew so close to Amaurotine robes. Funny, how a bit of extra fabric can be so much more appealing than simple nakedness. Viktor catches himself staring at the jutting points of Emet-Selch's hips, quietly amused and doing exactly what Hades had implied he might do.
He shakes his head, takes a second to account for the sensation of being suddenly clean, suddenly dry. A hand lifts, lighting on his crown. His hair is... not right. Not wrong, either. But he can tell by sense that the wild, windblown mess coils up higher than it should - corkscrews where waves should be, springing in odd directions, swallowing up the flowers that usually press his hair down. The silly shampoos, he tells himself, had nothing to do with it. ]
I've not slept much in anything but linen. 'Tis simply what I am used to.
[ He fetches his tea cup and rises, takes a sip, and then returns to his original thought, ]
Before we settled, there was no normal. And so, I h-had to think about what my preference was. [ Viktor steps out of the tub, mislikes how cold the floor is on his feet, and hurries over to the bed on tip toe. Somehow, he doesn't spill a drop of tea as he scurries, nor as he tosses himself into bed. The faintest tug on ambient aether perhaps explains away his remarkable ability to hold his cup steady as he seats himself on the bed. He takes one more sip before setting it on the bedside table. ] I've preferences now, though.
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[ Hades changes their situation with a thoughtless snap, and though Viktor does not flinch at the change, it does leave him feeling a bit silly. Sat on stone wearing pants he wasn't a moment before, staring up at Emet-Selch, half-clothed. Noticing that he is half-clothed, not draped in pajamas that hew so close to Amaurotine robes. Funny, how a bit of extra fabric can be so much more appealing than simple nakedness. Viktor catches himself staring at the jutting points of Emet-Selch's hips, quietly amused and doing exactly what Hades had implied he might do.
He shakes his head, takes a second to account for the sensation of being suddenly clean, suddenly dry. A hand lifts, lighting on his crown. His hair is... not right. Not wrong, either. But he can tell by sense that the wild, windblown mess coils up higher than it should - corkscrews where waves should be, springing in odd directions, swallowing up the flowers that usually press his hair down. The silly shampoos, he tells himself, had nothing to do with it. ]
I've not slept much in anything but linen. 'Tis simply what I am used to.
[ He fetches his tea cup and rises, takes a sip, and then returns to his original thought, ]
Before we settled, there was no normal. And so, I h-had to think about what my preference was. [ Viktor steps out of the tub, mislikes how cold the floor is on his feet, and hurries over to the bed on tip toe. Somehow, he doesn't spill a drop of tea as he scurries, nor as he tosses himself into bed. The faintest tug on ambient aether perhaps explains away his remarkable ability to hold his cup steady as he seats himself on the bed. He takes one more sip before setting it on the bedside table. ] I've preferences now, though.