[ There is, of course, no chance at all that anything Theo does could scare him off. Just as there is, likely, very little chance that anything about the half-consumed state of the Exarch's body could disgust Theo even were things not as they are now. It's only a shame neither of them knows.
For a second, it feels like more than coincidence, the way Theo's thumb traces his marking. But no. No. It's simply where the thumb would fall naturally, holding his cheek like that. But oh, it's easy to pretend. Theo's eyes are still focussed upon him, and it's easy to pretend that he can see him. That he knows. That the adoration in his gaze is from looking at him, despite every ugliness the tower has left him with.
It will hurt, of course, to stop pretending. But it will be over, all of it, soon enough. A little hurting will be worth this.
His breath hitches when Theo squeezes his thigh. He sighs in a way that would be a soft moan if it had any voice behind it at all. The thigh is flesh, mostly, with only tiny hairline cracks of crystal creeping down the side of it. If he moves his hand much further back than that, his knuckles might graze fur.
He turns his head to kiss the heel of Theo's palm. Then again, a little higher, trailing up to the pads of his fingers. ]
Let me stand. I think- I think it my be wise for me to disrobe sooner, rather than later.
[ He's not sure he trusts himself to be willing to let go of Theo for long enough to do so, if this continues. ]
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For a second, it feels like more than coincidence, the way Theo's thumb traces his marking. But no. No. It's simply where the thumb would fall naturally, holding his cheek like that. But oh, it's easy to pretend. Theo's eyes are still focussed upon him, and it's easy to pretend that he can see him. That he knows. That the adoration in his gaze is from looking at him, despite every ugliness the tower has left him with.
It will hurt, of course, to stop pretending. But it will be over, all of it, soon enough. A little hurting will be worth this.
His breath hitches when Theo squeezes his thigh. He sighs in a way that would be a soft moan if it had any voice behind it at all. The thigh is flesh, mostly, with only tiny hairline cracks of crystal creeping down the side of it. If he moves his hand much further back than that, his knuckles might graze fur.
He turns his head to kiss the heel of Theo's palm. Then again, a little higher, trailing up to the pads of his fingers. ]
Let me stand. I think- I think it my be wise for me to disrobe sooner, rather than later.
[ He's not sure he trusts himself to be willing to let go of Theo for long enough to do so, if this continues. ]