as it turns out, the silly games at the party did become something of a self fulfilling prophecy. it's kind of funny, in that taair had been lovingly bullied by richie when elysia broke out those cookies - time to leave your tower of chastity, taair! but it isn't as if he was there for any reason besides okay, a little propriety, but mostly circumstance. from having to work himself up to it to a variety of horrors, including a variety of injuries, it just takes time. but... time is kind of a luxury now, isn't it?
it's very late thursday evening, after all. judgement is just a few days away. the end i s just a few days away - no matter how often others could call it a new beginning, it is the end of so, so many things. it makes these experiences even more precious, even more necessary; it makes it so much easier to throw any caution to the wind and just go with instinct, to follow his uncaged heart and curl into moments of intimacy with a thread of desperation, one made even worse by the week's effects.
just post the cinematic fade to black, he's breathing hard, laid bare in a lot of ways, flushed red all over from more than just too much to drink, and tangled up with fidelio in the aftermath even still. though he's not quite thinking anything yet to be shared, thoughts scattershot from the aforementioned activities, taair gives into instinct and emotion instead, and just --
-- well, before anything. he lifts his arms and wraps them around fidelio's neck, drapes them over his shoulders, holding him over where he's still over top of him, like he's not quite ready to let go just yet no matter what's finished, or what's not. ]
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as it turns out, the silly games at the party did become something of a self fulfilling prophecy. it's kind of funny, in that taair had been lovingly bullied by richie when elysia broke out those cookies - time to leave your tower of chastity, taair! but it isn't as if he was there for any reason besides okay, a little propriety, but mostly circumstance. from having to work himself up to it to a variety of horrors, including a variety of injuries, it just takes time. but... time is kind of a luxury now, isn't it?
it's very late thursday evening, after all. judgement is just a few days away. the end i s just a few days away - no matter how often others could call it a new beginning, it is the end of so, so many things. it makes these experiences even more precious, even more necessary; it makes it so much easier to throw any caution to the wind and just go with instinct, to follow his uncaged heart and curl into moments of intimacy with a thread of desperation, one made even worse by the week's effects.
just post the cinematic fade to black, he's breathing hard, laid bare in a lot of ways, flushed red all over from more than just too much to drink, and tangled up with fidelio in the aftermath even still. though he's not quite thinking anything yet to be shared, thoughts scattershot from the aforementioned activities, taair gives into instinct and emotion instead, and just --
-- well, before anything. he lifts his arms and wraps them around fidelio's neck, drapes them over his shoulders, holding him over where he's still over top of him, like he's not quite ready to let go just yet no matter what's finished, or what's not. ]