A long, long time. Even by the standards of your own kind, I suspect.
[ Which is to say 'never', at least not with someone else. Not that he intends to reveal that. He doubts the viis place quite so much importance upon the first time as some of the other spoken races, not if this is a concern. But it seems best to not imply that Theo is in any way taking something from him.
Also maybe he finds it a little embarrassing, because there are still some boyish insecurities he hasn't grown out of.
Beneath the robe, the crystal is coolest and most solid over his heart. It spreads outward from there, crawling up his neck and cutting into his cheek. Down one arm entirely, and along another far enough that if there was a tattoo there, it must have been broken apart and replaced with glass the way the ones that might have been at his neck once were. It continues over his ribs, long ugly fingers of it cutting through the flesh of his sides the way it does his cheek. Along his hips and under his smalls, only finally tapering to nothing at the tops of his legs. The skin at the seams is warmer than the skin elsewhere, tender and heated like bruising. Aside from that he is colder than a seeker probably ought to be. Scrawnier than G'raha Tia was.
And, of course, there is no ear where a hyur might have one. If everything else didn't give it away. He leans into Theo's hand affectionately. Presses his hand flat against his back for now, though once those breaths become more steady he's ready to experimentally drag his nails lightly up Theo's spine. ]
'Tis measured in centuries. [ With his crystal hand, he catches the skin of Theo's ear lightly between thumb and finger knuckle. Rubs tiny soft circles into it. ] You may have to forgive my- being somewhat out of practice.
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[ Which is to say 'never', at least not with someone else. Not that he intends to reveal that. He doubts the viis place quite so much importance upon the first time as some of the other spoken races, not if this is a concern. But it seems best to not imply that Theo is in any way taking something from him.
Also maybe he finds it a little embarrassing, because there are still some boyish insecurities he hasn't grown out of.
Beneath the robe, the crystal is coolest and most solid over his heart. It spreads outward from there, crawling up his neck and cutting into his cheek. Down one arm entirely, and along another far enough that if there was a tattoo there, it must have been broken apart and replaced with glass the way the ones that might have been at his neck once were. It continues over his ribs, long ugly fingers of it cutting through the flesh of his sides the way it does his cheek. Along his hips and under his smalls, only finally tapering to nothing at the tops of his legs. The skin at the seams is warmer than the skin elsewhere, tender and heated like bruising. Aside from that he is colder than a seeker probably ought to be. Scrawnier than G'raha Tia was.
And, of course, there is no ear where a hyur might have one. If everything else didn't give it away. He leans into Theo's hand affectionately. Presses his hand flat against his back for now, though once those breaths become more steady he's ready to experimentally drag his nails lightly up Theo's spine. ]
'Tis measured in centuries. [ With his crystal hand, he catches the skin of Theo's ear lightly between thumb and finger knuckle. Rubs tiny soft circles into it. ] You may have to forgive my- being somewhat out of practice.