[ They're having . . . some problems. This was not supposed to happen.
He senses that conflicted desire -- submission or rebellion, and either way, Vash is pretty sure it's a win for him. Dragging reactions out from under that perpetually cool, calculated exterior, forcing him to not just resign himself but embrace it.
Still. The hands on him send his hammering pulse straight to his throat, the beating loud in his ears, and he goes still. Conflicted, briefly, before swaying into the touch.
His gloved hand slides from Charon's neck, down across his throat, leather and callouses brushing the top ridge of his collarbone --
And then the touch is gone. His lips are gone, the wings that burn to the touch are gone, replaced by emptiness and feathers that drift like falling snow, glowing just a little too brightly.
at this point in the real world, Charon -- who was wide awake, doing barn chores, and doesn't register his own shared dreams until the moment that they're over -- drops a stack of plates with a crash.]
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featherduster) wrote2023-06-15 02:30 pm
Re: [still in the coma 20s somewhere]
He senses that conflicted desire -- submission or rebellion, and either way, Vash is pretty sure it's a win for him. Dragging reactions out from under that perpetually cool, calculated exterior, forcing him to not just resign himself but embrace it.
Still. The hands on him send his hammering pulse straight to his throat, the beating loud in his ears, and he goes still. Conflicted, briefly, before swaying into the touch.
His gloved hand slides from Charon's neck, down across his throat, leather and callouses brushing the top ridge of his collarbone --
And then the touch is gone. His lips are gone, the wings that burn to the touch are gone, replaced by emptiness and feathers that drift like falling snow, glowing just a little too brightly.
If Charon touches one, it's warm. ]
Re: [still in the coma 20s somewhere]
at this point in the real world, Charon -- who was wide awake, doing barn chores, and doesn't register his own shared dreams until the moment that they're over -- drops a stack of plates with a crash.]