They can say whatever they l-like so long as it does not dissuade you from doing it to me again later.
[ If he had his way, if Light did not insist upon restoring his body over and over, he would relish a more permanent bruise. A mark for a mark. A reminder he'll never lose.
Greedily, Emet-Selch grasps him, reels him in and clutches him close, like a treasure meant to be guarded, and Viktor, who for so long held his heart as something untradeable, finds he is just as hungry to be possessed. Still novel, the feeling of being mapped by his sorcerer's hands. He almost forgets that the palm settling on his chest is meant to still him once he's nestled in flush against Emet-Selch - a futile endeavor, for he is all movement once he wakes. Clutched close, Viktor can feel drowsiness threaten anew, eyelids growing heavy, his heart coaxed slow by the gentle rise and fall of Hades's chest, everything the perfect sort of warm to catch up on sleep.
He slips one foot back and tangles it between Hades's ankles, lifts a hand to clasp the palm settled over his chest, pressing fingers between fingers, not quite weaving their hands together, but nearly. ]
Mayhap once our work is done, Ryne and Gaia will allow us to borrow Eden. Bring it here. Fix their f-frost. Then, they will let us do anything without too much fuss, I imagine. [ A pause, he blinks a bit too slow, fighting sleep. ] And a-after, Coerthas.
[ He can still remember when those hills were green, lush with wildflowers. Fertile soil for farming, for wildlife. Food enough for everyone in Ishgard. Someday, they will have little to do but tangle together in bed between stints of making the reflections a bit better.
For now, though, he will settle for this. Work and stolen time stretched as far as it will go. Viktor taps a meandering rhythm against the back of Hades's hand. ]
Last night- I did not know- 'twas everything I wanted, being with you.
[ He swallows, shuts his eyes, falls silent, embarrassed by how clumsily he speaks. Words, ever failing him. After a second spent recentering, he closes his fingers around Hades's hand and brings it up to his lips to press a kiss to his palm, then one to each fingertip. ]
If you are still of a mind to- to indulge my specific requests, I w-would like to do something for you.
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[ If he had his way, if Light did not insist upon restoring his body over and over, he would relish a more permanent bruise. A mark for a mark. A reminder he'll never lose.
Greedily, Emet-Selch grasps him, reels him in and clutches him close, like a treasure meant to be guarded, and Viktor, who for so long held his heart as something untradeable, finds he is just as hungry to be possessed. Still novel, the feeling of being mapped by his sorcerer's hands. He almost forgets that the palm settling on his chest is meant to still him once he's nestled in flush against Emet-Selch - a futile endeavor, for he is all movement once he wakes. Clutched close, Viktor can feel drowsiness threaten anew, eyelids growing heavy, his heart coaxed slow by the gentle rise and fall of Hades's chest, everything the perfect sort of warm to catch up on sleep.
He slips one foot back and tangles it between Hades's ankles, lifts a hand to clasp the palm settled over his chest, pressing fingers between fingers, not quite weaving their hands together, but nearly. ]
Mayhap once our work is done, Ryne and Gaia will allow us to borrow Eden. Bring it here. Fix their f-frost. Then, they will let us do anything without too much fuss, I imagine. [ A pause, he blinks a bit too slow, fighting sleep. ] And a-after, Coerthas.
[ He can still remember when those hills were green, lush with wildflowers. Fertile soil for farming, for wildlife. Food enough for everyone in Ishgard. Someday, they will have little to do but tangle together in bed between stints of making the reflections a bit better.
For now, though, he will settle for this. Work and stolen time stretched as far as it will go. Viktor taps a meandering rhythm against the back of Hades's hand. ]
Last night- I did not know- 'twas everything I wanted, being with you.
[ He swallows, shuts his eyes, falls silent, embarrassed by how clumsily he speaks. Words, ever failing him. After a second spent recentering, he closes his fingers around Hades's hand and brings it up to his lips to press a kiss to his palm, then one to each fingertip. ]
If you are still of a mind to- to indulge my specific requests, I w-would like to do something for you.