Obviously, you're very talented. You can tell me more about it later.
[Something to look forward to: more ranting about how rich people parties are boring and full of snakes, actually; Palamedes will enjoy this, assuming they ever get there (with their cold dinner). Instead there's Viktor's hand against his jaw again, commanding all of his attention through proximity and sheer directness; Ah, he thinks, and then he doesn't manage to finish the thought.
Well, he has nothing to compare it to, indeed, but gone is the gentle insecurity of touching him, and that is a powerful force to be reckoned with. To say that Palamedes goes a little weak in an instant for Viktor, confident kisser is an understatement; he remembers to do something, free hand wandering blindly up to the nape of Viktor's neck, steadying almost as he presses into the kiss.
It's a good kiss, he decides; his best one ever, if he wants to be funny. It's an easy kiss, firm and sweet, and when it's over he purses his lips, head canted to one side, evaluating—]
I'm inclined to agree, on both counts. We can't possibly chart a single data point just out there on its own. [ack. he scoffs lightly, then,] Good god, would you listen to us?
[The biggest nerds on this side of the sea, to be certain. Never mind it, anyway, as nothing could stop Palamedes from leaning in to kiss him a second time, softer but somehow intent, as if he plans on determining every way it's possible to kiss Viktor, sooner or later.
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[Something to look forward to: more ranting about how rich people parties are boring and full of snakes, actually; Palamedes will enjoy this, assuming they ever get there (with their cold dinner). Instead there's Viktor's hand against his jaw again, commanding all of his attention through proximity and sheer directness; Ah, he thinks, and then he doesn't manage to finish the thought.
Well, he has nothing to compare it to, indeed, but gone is the gentle insecurity of touching him, and that is a powerful force to be reckoned with. To say that Palamedes goes a little weak in an instant for Viktor, confident kisser is an understatement; he remembers to do something, free hand wandering blindly up to the nape of Viktor's neck, steadying almost as he presses into the kiss.
It's a good kiss, he decides; his best one ever, if he wants to be funny. It's an easy kiss, firm and sweet, and when it's over he purses his lips, head canted to one side, evaluating—]
I'm inclined to agree, on both counts. We can't possibly chart a single data point just out there on its own. [ack. he scoffs lightly, then,] Good god, would you listen to us?
[The biggest nerds on this side of the sea, to be certain. Never mind it, anyway, as nothing could stop Palamedes from leaning in to kiss him a second time, softer but somehow intent, as if he plans on determining every way it's possible to kiss Viktor, sooner or later.
That's two. Could get a whole line graph going.]