[viktor snorts softly, does as he's told and takes another few bites- wonderful, if he looks too long he thinks of things like how he can see pal's eyes better this close, the shade of them, how the little, constant motions draw his eyes-
no. another bite. a crooked smile, weak but present as he answers,] I may have gotten annoyed and given it a little whack. Just earned a bump on the arm for my trouble.
[he should have just messaged pal then, he accepts that much. he's still a bit unsure about this but thus far they're safe, the tether hasn't grown teeth or reattached or... whatever it does. annoy him personally, he thinks. corrupt him, more likely. that did seem to be a running theme, and he quells a spike of nerves at the thought of turning into something that could hurt pal.
no, that won't help things. he knows enough about corruption to know it's just make things worse.
he does a good job of burying it along with several pal related thoughts, up until pal's touching him again. he looks over with a touch of surprise, cursing whatever damn god or pthumerian is making this happen because really, pal keeps looking at him like that and viktor can't see how the silver just keeps receding the more he's touched, the more he reads such a sincere concern in pal's gaze it aches.]
Fine- better. Ah- [he scrambles for something, glancing over to where the tether seems more and more faded out, a lingering shadow rather than a solid threat.] So... touch is the key to this? It's diminishing based off your- based off contact, it seems.
Wonderful, if that's the case I really did make quite an ass of myself running off. [he's not blushing about any of this, you are. he can handle being touched by his newfound infatuation. god, why couldn't it be simple attraction? that is so much easier, it's all the tangle of feelings involved that have him scrambling on what to do. attraction he could just accept then dismiss, maybe make an offer if he's feeling bold and accept whatever outcome came from it.
this? it shouldn't be anymore complicated but it truly is.]
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no. another bite. a crooked smile, weak but present as he answers,] I may have gotten annoyed and given it a little whack. Just earned a bump on the arm for my trouble.
[he should have just messaged pal then, he accepts that much. he's still a bit unsure about this but thus far they're safe, the tether hasn't grown teeth or reattached or... whatever it does. annoy him personally, he thinks. corrupt him, more likely. that did seem to be a running theme, and he quells a spike of nerves at the thought of turning into something that could hurt pal.
no, that won't help things. he knows enough about corruption to know it's just make things worse.
he does a good job of burying it along with several pal related thoughts, up until pal's touching him again. he looks over with a touch of surprise, cursing whatever damn god or pthumerian is making this happen because really, pal keeps looking at him like that and viktor can't see how the silver just keeps receding the more he's touched, the more he reads such a sincere concern in pal's gaze it aches.]
Fine- better. Ah- [he scrambles for something, glancing over to where the tether seems more and more faded out, a lingering shadow rather than a solid threat.] So... touch is the key to this? It's diminishing based off your- based off contact, it seems.
Wonderful, if that's the case I really did make quite an ass of myself running off. [he's not blushing about any of this, you are. he can handle being touched by his newfound infatuation. god, why couldn't it be simple attraction? that is so much easier, it's all the tangle of feelings involved that have him scrambling on what to do. attraction he could just accept then dismiss, maybe make an offer if he's feeling bold and accept whatever outcome came from it.
this? it shouldn't be anymore complicated but it truly is.]