[ i am over my trial rage. i have reached zen on this sunday. my goal is to get you to write a rejection at me now :)
anyway, it's not like sidon is an expert at kissing either, considering he's never done it before here. besides, he has a sense of decorum as a prince—he has an entire fanbase he doesn't slip into anything amorous with, finding their affections good-natured yet best kept at arm's length.
but being in love is different. it sends a happy little thrill through him when viktor—usually timid—reciprocates. he puts a hand over viktor's own, encouraging it to stay there. ]
I'm pleased with you just as you are, Viktor.
[ a little pause. ]
Maybe I haven't made that clear enough? I did get quite a lot of advice for wooing you—the flowers were just the first of it. Perhaps I should continue?
[i wish you would go back to being less invigorated
The wild domino effect of learning non-humans are attracted to you for some bizarre reason. They can sense his absolute cryptid energy maybe.
After the kiss, he suddenly becomes extremely shy. Lax, but shy. His hand stays, but the fingers curl a little, and his shoulders curl a little, too. The curse is so baffle for him, for someone who has never really experienced the tingling warmth of steady attraction. Sure, girls are cute. Sure... maybe even guys are cute, too. But they never wanted him, not hobbling around, not consumed by his studies.
Science did not love him back, but he could love science in security, quietly.]
You... You don't have to woo me. I'm... um, very thoroughly wooed already... It's not a surprise you're a natural.
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anyway, it's not like sidon is an expert at kissing either, considering he's never done it before here. besides, he has a sense of decorum as a prince—he has an entire fanbase he doesn't slip into anything amorous with, finding their affections good-natured yet best kept at arm's length.
but being in love is different. it sends a happy little thrill through him when viktor—usually timid—reciprocates. he puts a hand over viktor's own, encouraging it to stay there. ]
I'm pleased with you just as you are, Viktor.
[ a little pause. ]
Maybe I haven't made that clear enough? I did get quite a lot of advice for wooing you—the flowers were just the first of it. Perhaps I should continue?
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The wild domino effect of learning non-humans are attracted to you for some bizarre reason. They can sense his absolute cryptid energy maybe.
After the kiss, he suddenly becomes extremely shy. Lax, but shy. His hand stays, but the fingers curl a little, and his shoulders curl a little, too. The curse is so baffle for him, for someone who has never really experienced the tingling warmth of steady attraction. Sure, girls are cute. Sure... maybe even guys are cute, too. But they never wanted him, not hobbling around, not consumed by his studies.
Science did not love him back, but he could love science in security, quietly.]
You... You don't have to woo me. I'm... um, very thoroughly wooed already... It's not a surprise you're a natural.