denied the light [OPEN]

[limbical]

WHO: Daan (limbical) & OPEN
WHAT: November catch-all
WHERE: eh you know
WHEN: November
WARNINGS: Discussions of death, body horror, medical autopsies. Will update as needed, additional tags will be used in subject lines.

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[limbical]

A real thinker, is it?

[But he pauses almost immediately at the hand and almost seems to melt. Daan, oddly, cannot remember exactly when it was he last had physical affection that made him feel comfortable and pleasant. Like he's a man dying of thirst, given finally sweet droplets of water, he can't have enough.]

Yeah. I'm ready to leave. ...Wouldn't mind staying with you for a bit after, though.

[it'd be real cool man]

[immortalpoet]

What can I say? This head has thoughts, sometimes.

[The way the man relaxes - it feels like a pang from a lifetime ago. He held the hands of children, dressed their wounds, handed them gifts. Soft things. Gentle things. His hands could be used for more than just violence.]

[Daan makes him believe, fretfully, that maybe he still has that capacity in him.]

...Of course. Of course you can.

[limbical]

[One last kiss, he decides. Daan leans up to lightly take one, brief and quick, even if he's ever hungry for more and whatever Vergilius will give him. But he also wants to be patient, instead of diving in without a care.

They both have had joy vanish under their feet before. So it's not unusual that there's caution.]

Just kick me out when you're sick of me, yeah?

[immortalpoet]

[One last kiss. He takes it. It feels like a little casual thing. He knows for a fact that it holds more meaning for the both of them than they could express in
words.]

[He moves to stand, offering the man a hand.]

We'll see if you last an hour, then.

[Heh.]

[limbical]

[The offered hand is taken with ease as Daan gets himself up.]

Pff. More like we'll see if you can put up with me for that long.

[But that smile is another win. So he takes it.]

me hitting my enter key like no i didn't (yes u did)

[immortalpoet]

Oh, so now you mean to test my patience? You clearly want to do more than be a thorn in my side.

[A little squeeze to the hand.]

[A thorn is expected from a rose, after all.]

all good all good

[limbical]

Hey, you always say I'm a menace. I'm just meeting your expectations.

[Ah. Daan ducks his head a little and squeezes back. It's silly, he tells himself. To be this bashful, or taken with affection.

Truly, he has been starved of it.]

[immortalpoet]

Perhaps you want to exceed them.

[He has truly craved this more than he could ever express. The touch of a hand. The warmth of love.]

I don't mind. I could never mind.