he gets lost listening to the hum for a while, quiet - it's dark but strangely comforting, like listening to a song you can almost remember. deja vu for a magic he's never experienced. the way they are both marked with something otherworldly, a bit beautiful in the oddity of it. he wonders for a moment if losing the eyes is going to break this connection as well. he will be mundane, and ordinary again, animal and earth-bound instead of cosmic.
he tightens his grip around him, pressing himself closer and shaking his head slightly. ]
[What better way to remain perpetually cosmic in the grand scheme of the universe than to get rid of nine insufferable mages and instead be hiveminded with an Eldritch artifact full of their power and also your boyfriend.
Lucien only has a short period to worry over mediocrity.]
Okay. [Drowsily; Lucien had been hushed for so long.] Didn't... want to get up anyway...
[He fits himself against Lucien like a puzzle piece, warm and comfortable, tightening the circle of his arms a little more.]
I'll show... you the Core... tomorrow? Gonna... need your breasts.
[ sounds great to him. running his hands across viktor's back still - pausing at the rivets in turn as long as it doesn't seem as if it hurts. he's half-asleep himself already, the drowsiness is contagious. if he seems more normal and less horrible personalitywise there is a lot to be said for probably at least consistently sleeping some days. 8 hours of sleep could fix them both.
he laughs under his breath, twisting to get comfortable, tail going to loosely twine itself around viktor's ankle.]
[The fingers make his back arch slightly, but not from pain, something more akin to probably fondling the base of Lucien's tail. Without the brace, none of the skin is irritated anymore.
The screws nestled along his spine are warm from his skin; the bottom is the largest sitting in line with his hips, chipped still where the hammer had cracked it, and as Lucien ascends, each one grows smaller and smaller until they stop near the middle of his back.
Viktor's fingers return the favor idly, feeling the softer hair at the nape of Lucien's neck and the raised nick of scars below along the skin once Lucien has situated better.]
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he gets lost listening to the hum for a while, quiet - it's dark but strangely comforting, like listening to a song you can almost remember. deja vu for a magic he's never experienced. the way they are both marked with something otherworldly, a bit beautiful in the oddity of it. he wonders for a moment if losing the eyes is going to break this connection as well. he will be mundane, and ordinary again, animal and earth-bound instead of cosmic.
he tightens his grip around him, pressing himself closer and shaking his head slightly. ]
Don't go anywhere.
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Lucien only has a short period to worry over mediocrity.]
Okay. [Drowsily; Lucien had been hushed for so long.] Didn't... want to get up anyway...
[He fits himself against Lucien like a puzzle piece, warm and comfortable, tightening the circle of his arms a little more.]
I'll show... you the Core... tomorrow? Gonna... need your breasts.
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he laughs under his breath, twisting to get comfortable, tail going to loosely twine itself around viktor's ankle.]
'Course you do, 'course you do.
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The screws nestled along his spine are warm from his skin; the bottom is the largest sitting in line with his hips, chipped still where the hammer had cracked it, and as Lucien ascends, each one grows smaller and smaller until they stop near the middle of his back.
Viktor's fingers return the favor idly, feeling the softer hair at the nape of Lucien's neck and the raised nick of scars below along the skin once Lucien has situated better.]
Goodnight, Lu...