[he couldn't be certain they'd both acquiesce until it happened. a small part of the tension he holds leaves him in a slow sigh that curves his shoulders, made to look more delicate beneath the flowing fabric draped over them. he's stubborn regardless, though.
come for me. what else could he ever do? his to bind, his to take-- it's a more appealing thought than it should be allowed to be, even if this is only a story, even if he knows kaveh cannot belong to him in truth. neither of them can. kaveh's heart fits better inside other hands, and midnight's shouldn't be held in his palms alone.
he lets kaveh remain facing midnight, steps forward behind him. kaveh's shoulder is a resting place for his head, arms draped around him, settling in the space between his wings; netzach extends a hand to midnight, then.
realization is beginning to settle in: there's a natural reaction this shape of his has, with his face nudged up by kaveh's neck, unable to escape the scent of him. he smells too good. he needs to--
ah, so this is the shape of that blood ritual.
he exhales a little shakily. if it's like this, he wants midnight here.]
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come for me. what else could he ever do? his to bind, his to take-- it's a more appealing thought than it should be allowed to be, even if this is only a story, even if he knows kaveh cannot belong to him in truth. neither of them can. kaveh's heart fits better inside other hands, and midnight's shouldn't be held in his palms alone.
he lets kaveh remain facing midnight, steps forward behind him. kaveh's shoulder is a resting place for his head, arms draped around him, settling in the space between his wings; netzach extends a hand to midnight, then.
realization is beginning to settle in: there's a natural reaction this shape of his has, with his face nudged up by kaveh's neck, unable to escape the scent of him. he smells too good. he needs to--
ah, so this is the shape of that blood ritual.
he exhales a little shakily. if it's like this, he wants midnight here.]