[ And this is how things will slow. The black fabric can't be delved into nor removed without the Exarch being the one to do so. For the moment, it seems to be enough. Theo's hands are exploring, hot and languid. Testing to see what areas are made of flesh and which happens to be crystal. It's a bit easier than one might think - it's cooler when there's a part that has been changed and transformed.
Not that he seems to mind where nails dig into his own skin. There might even be a hum of appreciation where sound are picked up by his ears and he can feel twitches under his fingertips. Counting ribs. How the muscular structure underneath his hands must have changed over the years. ]
And how long might you say it has been?
[ Since the Exarch has thought to actually attempt to satisfy those needs, in other words. Conversation helps to keep Theo from getting a little too carried away. Not enough to stop one traveling hand from dipping into the hood - not far. Not to remove anything. Just to feel where crystal and skin connect while the Viera attempts to take shuddering, grounding breaths. ]
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Not that he seems to mind where nails dig into his own skin. There might even be a hum of appreciation where sound are picked up by his ears and he can feel twitches under his fingertips. Counting ribs. How the muscular structure underneath his hands must have changed over the years. ]
And how long might you say it has been?
[ Since the Exarch has thought to actually attempt to satisfy those needs, in other words. Conversation helps to keep Theo from getting a little too carried away. Not enough to stop one traveling hand from dipping into the hood - not far. Not to remove anything. Just to feel where crystal and skin connect while the Viera attempts to take shuddering, grounding breaths. ]