[ it's familiar and it's quite welcome, to have Lucifel yield so for him, to have him almost-pliant under his fingers. he takes that as permission to deepen the kiss; the smell and taste of rot and alcohol on his lips likely all-too familiar to Lucifel as well as those fingers card through his hair. ]
[ it's certainly unpleasant, but all he can think about is
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and how close they are, how easily he could bite—and he shouldn't let him, and he won't let him, but he dares to press his tongue with the deeper kiss, running it against his front teeth, defiant to none but himself in doing so ]
[ there's a hum, something soft and interested in the back of his throat - - he's tempted briefly to bite but it passes. he's behaving, after all, even if technically this isn't behaving at all.
in turn his own tongue presses into Lucifel's, the kiss almost sickeningly sweet, slow paved - - indulgent, even. ]
[ how strange—to receive such a gentle kiss from him, to taste his rot and alcohol so thoroughly without some form of pain appended . . . surely it's trickery, or perhaps he's managed to somehow demonstrate that he won't be ruled by fear and this is the result; his thoughts grow slow, sluggish, for the kiss has him lightheaded, the indulgence dizzying,
—when was the last time he took a breath? the thought has him realizing belatedly this dizziness might not come from absinthe at all, but his own forgetfulness; in the end he's the first to pull away, reluctant as he is to be the first to give in, for the sake of catching his breath, though he remains close even still, arms still wrapped around absinthe's neck ]
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teeth
and how close they are, how easily he could bite—and he shouldn't let him, and he won't let him, but he dares to press his tongue with the deeper kiss, running it against his front teeth, defiant to none but himself in doing so ]
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in turn his own tongue presses into Lucifel's, the kiss almost sickeningly sweet, slow paved - - indulgent, even. ]
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—when was the last time he took a breath? the thought has him realizing belatedly this dizziness might not come from absinthe at all, but his own forgetfulness; in the end he's the first to pull away, reluctant as he is to be the first to give in, for the sake of catching his breath, though he remains close even still, arms still wrapped around absinthe's neck ]
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I almost feel... That I should ask again - if you missed me.
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[ finally letting go of him, but like, casual like, making clear motions to pick up another vial ]
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[ well that's convenient as he's also aiming to pick up another. ]
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[ randomizer says orange so rip in pieces ]
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so he'll be moving his hand back up to Lucifel's hair I suppose, with a laugh. ]
You won't pay -- a bit more mind to my thoughts?
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I think about you far too much to dwell o—
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jk backing the fuck up ]
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he can't speak, with Lucifel pulling way, so he tries to grab onto his sleeve to stop that. ]
What was that?
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pressing his lips tightly closed, shaking his head ]
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takes a breath
slowly, carefully, with each syllable punctuated ]
I have spent far too much time dwelling on what you did in that game; I have—
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—other things to do, than to contemplate your thoughts.
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[ "still", as if it was some distant memory. ]
What is there to dwell on, hmm? Anything you would like to address?
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[ . . . trying to kiss him now, depending on if absinthe is standing straight he will hold him by the collar and tiptoe to do so ]
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at least. for a few seconds, before he laughs and does lean down some, returning the kiss ]
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this time it's chaste; as soon as he's sure it counts as a kiss he stops tiptoeing, pulling away ]
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he doesn't keep him in that, letting go of him ]
Another? Or are you satisfied?
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There are still more vials to use, right?
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[ he'll be picking another one, then. ]
And if you are so eager I would hate to deprive you.
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How very kind of you, Absinthe-san.
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