[ if this is the reason you asked your sylus powers question...
to be honest, there's a part of him that may have thought that sylus would forget the whole thing. or that it might have been more convenient for both of them to pretend like all the weeks before this also never happened. but, it's in moments like this where he thinks sylus is oddly persistent.
so when he shows up, he tries not to show any immediate reaction. he notices the flower tucked into his pocket, and before he can even say anything, he feels the tug of his chin. ] I don't like your new greeting either.
[ And filed away into his fake nonchalant folder, where he pretends not to care but carefully catalogs every piece of information about his persons of interest.
But he's not hearing any protests, so he doesn't bother wasting anymore time before slotting their mouths together, bringing an extra later of hunger to the gesture. The flower is a precious gift, and he'll dutiful care for it for as long as he's able. But did Rafayel expect him to be satisfied with that alone?
In the red-black swirl of his power, they've moved, just enough for there to be a surface for Sylus to press him into, hand moving from from Rafayel's jaw to pluck the flower and tuck it behind his own ear so it doesn't get crushed between their bodies.
If you're going to offer him your affection, then offer up mind, body, and soul all.
He knows already that he preoccupies Rafayel's thoughts, and that their souls harbour some strange connection moulded by time and space. So his greed directions him here: the heat of his lips where he struggles to breathe into their kiss, the rapid beating of his pulse where Sylus' hand drags over his chest, and the tension woven into every muscle. He drinks up each response, pressing in ever closer like he could erase the world entirely and replace it with just his presence. ]
[ the kiss feels abrupt, even for sylus? also? stop showing off your powers?
rafayel feels the hotness of his breath before he registers anything else. to be honest, he was already combing his brain for another complaint before this all happened, and so he can't help but remain... mostly stunned. if this were two weeks ago, would he be feeling these same emotions?
at present, it feels too right for him to ignore, and it'd be a lie to say he didn't give the gift with even the slightest intention to remain on sylus' mind.
when rafayel returns the kiss, he angles his head slightly to deepen it. there's a certain desperation behind the kiss, as if he were genuinely savoring every moment of whatever this was. perhaps, it's pure instinct, especially knowing that nothing is permanent. but, did that mean he couldn't try and leave his mark on him?
either way, he'd make it count, even if he's trying to grab the hand that's feeling up his chest. this isn't lads, he doesn't give free heartbeats. ]
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to be honest, there's a part of him that may have thought that sylus would forget the whole thing. or that it might have been more convenient for both of them to pretend like all the weeks before this also never happened. but, it's in moments like this where he thinks sylus is oddly persistent.
so when he shows up, he tries not to show any immediate reaction. he notices the flower tucked into his pocket, and before he can even say anything, he feels the tug of his chin. ] I don't like your new greeting either.
[ let it be on record. ]
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Noted.
[ And filed away into his fake nonchalant folder, where he pretends not to care but carefully catalogs every piece of information about his persons of interest.
But he's not hearing any protests, so he doesn't bother wasting anymore time before slotting their mouths together, bringing an extra later of hunger to the gesture. The flower is a precious gift, and he'll dutiful care for it for as long as he's able. But did Rafayel expect him to be satisfied with that alone?
In the red-black swirl of his power, they've moved, just enough for there to be a surface for Sylus to press him into, hand moving from from Rafayel's jaw to pluck the flower and tuck it behind his own ear so it doesn't get crushed between their bodies.
If you're going to offer him your affection, then offer up mind, body, and soul all.
He knows already that he preoccupies Rafayel's thoughts, and that their souls harbour some strange connection moulded by time and space. So his greed directions him here: the heat of his lips where he struggles to breathe into their kiss, the rapid beating of his pulse where Sylus' hand drags over his chest, and the tension woven into every muscle. He drinks up each response, pressing in ever closer like he could erase the world entirely and replace it with just his presence. ]
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rafayel feels the hotness of his breath before he registers anything else. to be honest, he was already combing his brain for another complaint before this all happened, and so he can't help but remain... mostly stunned. if this were two weeks ago, would he be feeling these same emotions?
at present, it feels too right for him to ignore, and it'd be a lie to say he didn't give the gift with even the slightest intention to remain on sylus' mind.
when rafayel returns the kiss, he angles his head slightly to deepen it. there's a certain desperation behind the kiss, as if he were genuinely savoring every moment of whatever this was. perhaps, it's pure instinct, especially knowing that nothing is permanent. but, did that mean he couldn't try and leave his mark on him?
either way, he'd make it count, even if he's trying to grab the hand that's feeling up his chest. this isn't lads, he doesn't give free heartbeats. ]