[Hmm, yes, Palamedes lives for the look on Viktor's face whenever he hears a new Necromancer Fact. He shrugs one shoulder and waves a hand, like, oh! It's just the skull! No big deal.]
A relic from time immemorial, I imagine. The Sixth's has a scroll in its mouth. [this is why he calls it Brand Skull, see.] I don't know when the skulls' designs popped into existence, but I like to think some ancient House authority was sick of getting the others confused all the time.
[It's funnier that way, and it's a humanizing thought about the ancient people of the Empire, whom he has always known as only footnotes. That there are people around in Trench who likely remember those days is, hm, horrible, and he chooses to ignore that fact in favor of his pet theory.
With Viktor close enough to curl his arm around, Palamedes does with a hum, leaning in to appreciate Viktor's incredible bias. Ortus the Ninth is, no offense to him, quickly put aside, which right now is likely for the best.
His other hand alights on the back of Viktor's neck again, same as outside, fingers curling into the ends of his hair as Viktor, ah, connects the dots with his mouth, it seems. Each press of his lips is another five seconds Palamedes isn't thinking about Sixth Facts at all, actually, much preferring to zero in on the warmth and the openness of it.
So he is still only half-thinking about Sixth courtship when, no, there go those thoughts again. He pulls Viktor closer still, practically flush together, letting his eyes close and deepening the kiss. He's no expert kisser, but it's easy with Viktor to lean into instinct and do what feels right - what makes his heart pound again, excitedly.
But one must also breathe, and he hardly pulls back at all, mumbling his eventual answer against Viktor's lips,] It goes however it wants to go, fundamentally.
[super hot makeout words: fundamentally]
Besides bloodlines and outdated Imperial edicts, no one minds anyone else's business. [A softer kiss next, to undercut "Imperial edicts," as he cannot be bothered by wild Empire things right this second,] Why? You've already got me.
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A relic from time immemorial, I imagine. The Sixth's has a scroll in its mouth. [this is why he calls it Brand Skull, see.] I don't know when the skulls' designs popped into existence, but I like to think some ancient House authority was sick of getting the others confused all the time.
[It's funnier that way, and it's a humanizing thought about the ancient people of the Empire, whom he has always known as only footnotes. That there are people around in Trench who likely remember those days is, hm, horrible, and he chooses to ignore that fact in favor of his pet theory.
With Viktor close enough to curl his arm around, Palamedes does with a hum, leaning in to appreciate Viktor's incredible bias. Ortus the Ninth is, no offense to him, quickly put aside, which right now is likely for the best.
His other hand alights on the back of Viktor's neck again, same as outside, fingers curling into the ends of his hair as Viktor, ah, connects the dots with his mouth, it seems. Each press of his lips is another five seconds Palamedes isn't thinking about Sixth Facts at all, actually, much preferring to zero in on the warmth and the openness of it.
So he is still only half-thinking about Sixth courtship when, no, there go those thoughts again. He pulls Viktor closer still, practically flush together, letting his eyes close and deepening the kiss. He's no expert kisser, but it's easy with Viktor to lean into instinct and do what feels right - what makes his heart pound again, excitedly.
But one must also breathe, and he hardly pulls back at all, mumbling his eventual answer against Viktor's lips,] It goes however it wants to go, fundamentally.
[super hot makeout words: fundamentally]
Besides bloodlines and outdated Imperial edicts, no one minds anyone else's business. [A softer kiss next, to undercut "Imperial edicts," as he cannot be bothered by wild Empire things right this second,] Why? You've already got me.