[ Only another monster could look at Silco, fresh out of the violent madness that he'd been throb in the last world, shuddering and quaking, ready to snap at every possible individual, looking for enemies in the shadows and lashing out like a cornered animal -- only another monster could look at him, and find him beautiful.
Hell. What was he to do with this magnificent monster wearing a man's face?
He watches him take his fingers into his mouth, and Silco's lips curl into a satisfied smile, like a cat that has caught the canary in its maw, but hasn't quite taken a bite -- like this is a game and he's given him something he can't take back. If there was a flush to his face to accompany it, well... there's something to be said for how easily Vergilius gives that up. How it sends some of that heat flooding back down where their bodies are well and truly joined. ]
Have I? [ He asks, leaning down to scrape his gapprd teeth against his collarbone, and he wondered if he could find a scar he's already left, if he's given time. He wants to leave a mark on this man underneath him, leave something lasting that can't be excused away. Something that he won't be able to look away from. An ugly truth to confront, something Silco wants to be. Something he can't just wash away later. ] Be careful, Vergilius.
[ He says his name like he belongs to him. Like he has every right to it. This is a dark secret shared between the two of them, slipping into some kind of abyss together, ripping each other apart to find the soft spots they can worm into one another. Does he know that nobody dared to say something like that to him since...
That from most he would consider it a lie at best, and an insult at worst. From a man who lives in the muck like he does, it feels...like he's got a hook in him, one of those burrs under his skin. ]
What are you going to do, if you're around me much longer?
[ He bites at his collarbone for real, this time, as if he could puncture his skin again, head tilted so his black eye could remain on him, drinking him in. ]
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Hell. What was he to do with this magnificent monster wearing a man's face?
He watches him take his fingers into his mouth, and Silco's lips curl into a satisfied smile, like a cat that has caught the canary in its maw, but hasn't quite taken a bite -- like this is a game and he's given him something he can't take back. If there was a flush to his face to accompany it, well... there's something to be said for how easily Vergilius gives that up. How it sends some of that heat flooding back down where their bodies are well and truly joined. ]
Have I? [ He asks, leaning down to scrape his gapprd teeth against his collarbone, and he wondered if he could find a scar he's already left, if he's given time. He wants to leave a mark on this man underneath him, leave something lasting that can't be excused away. Something that he won't be able to look away from. An ugly truth to confront, something Silco wants to be. Something he can't just wash away later. ] Be careful, Vergilius.
[ He says his name like he belongs to him. Like he has every right to it. This is a dark secret shared between the two of them, slipping into some kind of abyss together, ripping each other apart to find the soft spots they can worm into one another. Does he know that nobody dared to say something like that to him since...
That from most he would consider it a lie at best, and an insult at worst. From a man who lives in the muck like he does, it feels...like he's got a hook in him, one of those burrs under his skin. ]
What are you going to do, if you're around me much longer?
[ He bites at his collarbone for real, this time, as if he could puncture his skin again, head tilted so his black eye could remain on him, drinking him in. ]