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 Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2022 5:29 pm
The cincher pulled from the other space was curious for a moment, until the senshi realized he’d seen Faustite don it before; moments before their embrace during their initial reunion. Watching as the leather piece was carefully fastened around that burning core, Helio noted a dramatic drop in temperature and with it the realization that the ever-burning core had brought on a sheen of perspiration on his brow. The chill of the cooler air was more dramatic for the lack of that warm presence.
But, Helio knew what that clincher meant.
“Two years hunting a youma…” Helio whispered incredulously. The mere thought of tracking something for so long with just the goal of destroying it was unfathomable to him. It was a display of the General’s determination and dedication to his goals and Helio found it…”Amazing. I am impressed and utterly terrified at the same time of the pure determination and grit that that had to take.”
Leaning forward, he leaned his forehead against Faustite’s. Arms folded just behind Faustite’s elbows to balance himself and lessen any pressure against either of their skulls. It was…calming. The scent of him. Feel of him. Just the pure closeness brought on so many needs and wants instantly that Helio wasn’t ready for.
His breath hitched at Faustite’s next words and he smiled. Leave it to the General to turn something that could easily be a benign question into a full on demand. His boy was always one for action over words. Physical over words.
“I don’t know.” He answered truthfully. His heart raced as a hand reach out to brush against that clincher. The leather was warm and thick and shaped perfectly to Faustite’s waist.
But he knew what he wanted now and he didn’t have the excuse of being drunk to be feeling like this.
He looked into those dark eyes, eyes hooded as he touched nose to nose with Faustite. Eyes slipped downward as he inhaled deeply. “I hope you got him.” He murmured as his lips brushed against Faustites’ questioningly.
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2022 5:31 pm
Rift's safer for me than for everyone else, he wanted to say, but Heliodor wasn't listening to words anymore. Words seemed a half-measure in their situation.
Look at this, he thought. Back so soon and already getting comfortable. Faustite left his drink to languish on the desk – he felt it, the drink, its pleasant warmth, its numbing. Easier to get comfortable this way. To stop caring about whoever walked through that door and saw. Their mistake for failing to knock, he supposed.
"Think you do," he murmured to their shared breaths. His left arm rested on the desk in its splint, he brought his right up, danced his clawed fingertips along Heliodor's nape.
It was so easy, so familiar, to be close like this. Like years hadn't passed.
"Mm," he hummed the affirmation against Heliodor's lips, shut flame eyes when the boy wanted a taste. Pressed for a taste himself, straightening, pulling him closer. Felt like Faustite was still Elex, and Heliodor was still Rowan, and a volume of ills hadn't transpired between them. Like he wasn't made of fire, not then, and the glimpse of that starseed in his chest wasn't tantalizing enough to grasp.
He supposed that meant normal, but he was never fully sure.
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