[ It's probably for the best that they move because if Yzak notices that he's canoodling in front of a photo of his mother he's gonna start to feel weird.
Two large fancy doors around the corner lead into Yzak's room. Much like the rest of the house, it's adorned with a nice big window for the view out into space and a couple of fancy throw rugs. Yzak's room here has some reflections of his room on the Ximilia, as he's a person of familiarity. Books on folklore, engineering, chess and other things are on the bookshelf. There's a violin case sitting atop a dresser, random amulets and funky looking items on some other shelves. Things Yzak's opted to grab back on the station to either pass time or make it feel a little more homey. His bed is bigger and bougier than the station, too, soft and comfy as hell with more pillows than one person needs. (he likes pillows ok, and has a few more than he needs on the Ximilia too) There's also a desk with a computer for important government man work, and a table set up specifically for chess, a full set sitting on top of it. And finally displayed on a dresser is a photo of some young dorks. ]
[Blue looks around the room with a quiet curiosity, not straying far from Yzak even though he does leave his side. just a few steps, turning slowly and partway back to him.]
For this reason or that... [he smiles.] It suits you.
[a beat.
he'll echo whatever Of course it does! that might follow, a chuckle in his voice.]
[ Yzak circles him when he steps away to look around, following Blue's gaze to see what he peeks at, if he wants to inspect, ask about or touch anything - more than fine with him getting comfortable and doing what he pleases! Yzak's dream casa is Blue's dream casa.
There's a calmness in his expression when he watches him, enjoying Blue's curiosity, as well as that little smile when he turns back to him.
Of course that will turn into a fussy little scowl when he answers. ]
[Blue dips his head while his laugh peters out, lifting it back up to beam at him, radiating affection.]
It's because...I'm just stating the obvious, right? But sometimes that's all there is to say. [he tilts his head.] I'm not endlessly full of surprising revelations, after all.
[ He's been surprised quite a bit. Yzak shifts his weight, putting his hands on his hips and looking down at himself, muttering. ]
Am I really that predictable...?
[ It's empty fussing just for the sake of it. Because even outside of Blue, experience with others have proven that yes, he actually is that predictable. In this case specifically, though, Yzak's actually ... kind of charmed by the tease. And when he looks back up to Blue and sees that smile directed at him, it only serves to amplify that feeling. ]
[Blue considers that wavelength of thought for a beat.]
That, or... I'm just getting to understand you better. [the mirth wanes to leave a more serene, mild kind of expression.] Both, most likely; there's very few absolutes in the world.
[ Understand him better? Blue's psionics already let him look right into his heart, it barely feels like there's any more to know!
But, he thinks as he steps closer to Blue, he gets what he means. It's like coming to understand an opponent's play style in chess, where you're able to tell what their next move will most likely be before you make your own. That sort of intuition is different than psionics. ]
If that's the case, I guess it's good that there aren't any surprising revelations you're finding in here.
[ It makes that connection between them feel even tighter. When Yzak steps closer to him, he can't help but note how ... beautiful? Does that word even properly describe it? The way the soft glow of the Earth from the window behind Blue illuminates him, making him appear almost ethereal. It's entrancing. ]
[the atmosphere warms a little with Yzak's approach - an outward conveyance of the ever-present delight in their connection, an unconscious promise of reward for proximity. Yzak's observation only makes Blue that much more radiant, accepting the alterations of the dreamscape without hesitation. being haloed in light doesn't distort who he truly is, because he still truly is himself here no matter what.
on the other hand, being approached with such an expression is alluring in its own way; it's hard to feel appealing, to feel beautiful in ones own dying skin, but even outside of reverie Yzak seems blind to disgust when it comes to him. being loved, being cared for...Blue understands it. yet being desired so exclusively is still quite the novelty. he likes it.]
I'm here because of what is already known and shared. Because I want what you want. [he lifts his arms, beckoning.] It's not a surprising revelation anymore, is it...?
[ It's true that the radiance doesn't distort, but rather enhances what he already knows, what he already sees in Blue. Something unchanging, whether it's here in a dream where he's healthier and stronger, or in waking where he's ... not; it's simply him, who he is, that draws Yzak to those beckoning arms.
No, that's not a surprising revelation anymore. The thought is loud and clear in response to the question. Yet, sometimes it still feels that way to him, new and exciting and nearly unbelievable ... does that ever go away? Would he even want it to? (no)
Yzak lifts one of his own arms, level with Blue's to take his hand and entwine their fingers while the other slips around his back, intent to claim that reward as he pulls Blue flush against him. The warmth of the atmosphere, the familiar comfort of these surroundings and of this person make it easier to relax into this. He tips his head, leaning in closer but not yet meeting Blue's lips, silently reaffirming the idea of staying here for a while, just them. ]
[despite the temptation to kiss him right away, Blue stills, bangs grazing Yzak's skin, eyes fixed on his. clear and pale blue...funny, wouldn't it make sense for Blue himself to have that color for his own namesake?
his fingers thread easily between Yzak's, a practiced and comfortable gesture at this point that further solidifies reality in this state. Blue feels a bittersweet ache, wishing he'd known this kind of connection sooner to relish it longer, but grateful to have known it at all.
he doesn't idle for long in that state before tilting his head and gently kissing Yzak, eyes closing. he rests his unoccupied hand on his cheek, a couple fingers curling under his jaw.]
[ Their locked fingers don't feel like part of a dream at all, he's so used to it normally. A sensation he's grown so attached to that he wonders how he avoided it for this long, its simple, caring touch is that addicting.
Yzak's hand squeezes, eyes likewise drifting shut while that tickle on his skin from Blue's hair still remains. He kisses him back softly, relaxed and glad that this is another good dream, not one filled with war and bloodshed leaving him to snap awake, breathless. This kind of kiss, another form of breathless that he's grown accustomed to feels so much better. ]
[another perk of sharing a dream is sharing the distortion of time: maybe it's really a nap or long sleep out there in proper reality, but here is a comfortable length of time to relish each other's company.
...so long as his senses keep.
that unknown drop, that ominous threat of severance creeps into the back of Blue's mind and spurs him to press in, to lick at Yzak's lips and bid his mouth open for a deeper kiss.]
[ Yzak obliges without missing a beat, lips parting when he feels Blue's tongue coaxing, letting out a pleased little noise in the back of his throat as he returns the intensity of that kiss. The arm around Blue's back drifts lower, fingers running along his spine until he makes it down to his waist. Yzak tightens that hold around him to press them closer, and still holding the kiss, nods his head to the side to motion to his bed, asking Blue for more. Offering more.
As if he could not get this eager so quickly, being where they are and with this Mu that he's only falling deeper for. ]
[instead of lingering to indulge the way Yzak's hand draws out pleasing little tingles down his spine, the feeling is more of a spurring to move, catching Yzak's drift and being the one who parts first. he turns, guiding Yzak backward and letting him sit and scoot back onto the bed before climbing on after him, releasing their handhold so he can accommodate that move.
it's not long before both hands find their way to gently cradle and cover that sweet face of his while he covers it in kisses, and it's entirely up to Yzak whether or not they stay upright or they flop horizontally outright.]
[ Once properly slid back to let Blue climb after him, Yzak stays upright ... at first. Dreams accommodate for the cushiness of the bed, it's as soft and comfortable as it looks, much better than even the more tolerable beds on the station. Only the most fancy fabrics and pillows for this guy.
Yzak lets out a gentle little huff as Blue attacks his face with those smooches, his lips just barely twitching with a warm fondness; it's ... cute, this kind of playful affection being gifted to him. Something he's really never experienced like this. Yzak manages to catch what pecks he can with his own lips while a hand rests on Blue's shoulder, squeezing lightly. The other comes up to comb fingers through his hair, around to the back of his head to pull him down in tandem with Yzak as he lies back. ]
Your fingers...in my hair... It's still my favorite.
[not that there's been too much time for things to change or anything, but! it bears repeating, because it is, in fact, his favorite. he likes the tingly little sensation that trickles down from scalp to spine, fingers that can be at one turn comforting and another arousing keeping him a willing captive to the moment.
kisses trail to his jaw down to his throat once one of his hands shifts away from Yzak's face.]
[ The response to the first comment is to not move that hand, keeping those fingers right where Blue likes them best. And when his lips move down to his neck, Yzak tips his chin up as fingers continue to stroke through that soft, fluffy hair, encouraging him on. As much as Blue likes that action, Yzak also loves the way it feels for him.
At that second thing... ]
Haaah, you beat me to it. [ To put forward an offer like that! Because Yzak was about to say, ] You're the one who has more freedom here to move as you please.
[ Blue's more limited in waking, after all. Here without the restrictions of an ailing body to hold him back, Yzak wants him to make the best of this time they can share like this. To feel in control for a change. ]
So I'm pretty sure anything you want to do ... will more than suffice. Because it's you.
[ Those eager lips on his neck feel amazing enough on their own! The hand on Blue's shoulder slides down to the middle of his back. ]
But right now, this ... you can keep this up.
[ Every warm kiss to his neck sends a prickle down his body, his chest rising and falling with a couple of deep, pleased breaths in response. ]
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[very reasonable: Blue knows the chance to do fully freely as they please is limited by his physical state, so at least here...here, he can express more of that bodily affection he simply can't in waking.
while kissing and sucking on Yzak's neck, stimulated by the curling of fingers in his hair and against his scalp, Blue shifts to pull himself fully atop him, propped up by his knees to some degree. there's no risk of crushing him here, but physical instinct plays some role, informed by the rise and fall of Yzak's chest. the body remembers and informs with helpful notions, like, for example, rolling his hips to grind against Yzak's, starting up friction between layers of clothes that is more thrilling than frustrating at the onset, stoking those fires.
the sounds and responses to these efforts...Blue covets them. both hands roam to feel around Yzak's chest, to find buttons or fasteners that need to go - that will go, because dream logistics are the best around.]
[ Compared to the one night where Blue dozed off on top of him, Yzak can feel the difference here in the weight of the body pressing against him now. Part of it is a harrowing reminder of how light he is awake - but he's not going to think about that, not at this moment. Part of it is the awareness of how their bodies fit together here compared to in reality - different for sure, but both feel ... right in their own ways.
When Blue's hips push against his, that evokes a surprised little choked intake of breath that's let out as a low, rumbling groan. Fuck that felt good, and his own hips push up, asking for more.
Ever the fancy man, Yzak's got on a vest over a button up. Lots of buttons.
...
His hands briefly pull back from Blue's back and his hair so he can help with making fast work of those buttons. ]
[Blue isn't a very graceful helping hand where that's concerned - maybe a bit of a hindrance from being on top of him, but lifting and grinding on him again can give Yzak the opening he needs to...open? clothes? writing.
once his hands do touch flesh, Blue's mouth migrates downward: clavicle, chest, any little scar along his path gets loving attention. his hands slip under his opened shirt to grope at his sides, feeling the quivering and tightening of muscle underneath his palms. this he has memory of, this is informed...and this he enjoys.]
[ It does give him that opening, but when Blue pushes against him again, it delays the process just a bit and distracts Yzak with another breathy groan. One of his knees bend upward by reflex, eager for more friction. Give him a break, he's in his own comfortable bed, in his own familiar home, with this gorgeous white-haired psychic on top of him, young and full of energy and still new to this: this is horning him up easily.
Those buttons do get dealt with, though, and every touch of Blue's fingertips against his flesh once he snakes those hands under his shirt sends little sparks of exhilaration through his whole body. Yzak tips his head down, watching Blue with a swell of warmth in every place he plants a kiss, noting the extra bit of attention he gives to any mark. (there aren't too many, but there are some here and there!) Of course, that means every time Blue's lips travel somewhere else down his chest, he feels a tiny chill where they move from.
A hand slips down to fondly caress fingers against the side of Blue's neck. ]
[the rising heat and wanting is approval enough, but the attention to his neck is nice too - though it does halt him a shuddering moment. he sighs against Yzak's skin, lifting his head and scooting back up a bit to better accommodate the touch.]
Yzak. [he shifts so he can take the hand at his neck, holding it there for a moment.] The way your body speaks back to mine... I like it very much. [he smiles, guiding the hand so he can kiss at his fingers.]
[ It's those sweet little actions that Yzak likes best, much like the way Blue affectionately kissed at his scars, so much that they can pull his focus away from the way he's starting to ache for more of Blue's mouth and his touch on his body.
...
There's that fleck of envy again, even though it's an adoring sort of envy, at how easily Blue can say these things. And not just that he can say them, but it's what he says. He makes it sound so beautiful, this language of connection, as he'd called it once. How can Yzak even respond to something like that with anything close? "Yeah let's keep talking then," absolutely fucking not. (only whoops, Blue can read everything!)
He stares at him, expression soft, eyes hazy with a hint of that adoration that comes with the envy. Because it does make sense, hearing something so beautiful come from something so beautiful.
And considering these are all readable thoughts that run through his mind in those couple of beats after Blue speaks, maybe they count as "something close." Or at least an attempt for it. Yzak feels himself fluster, gaze drifting a bit. ]
You make it really hard to come up with something to say to these things, too...! [ That's said as a good thing, though! A compliment. ]
But that ... might be exactly why my body can speak so easily instead.
[Blue laughs gently, smothering it by way of pressing his mouth against Yzak's hand with a few languishing kisses before he guides it away from himself.]
It's your heart and will here... [he places that hand over Yzak's heart.] That's why...I can understand so well.
[he shifts a bit, straddling his hips and leaning a bit against the knee and thigh still propped up, taking a moment to pull his shirt up over his head and casting it aside. it stings a little, knowing that even here, he still looks so ill...but that's the only state of himself Yzak knows. and...strangely enough, it's the one he wants.]
I'm a little worried... [his smile wanes to something more somber, still flushed in heat for him.] What if my psionics flicker again, leave you here? You'll still...have a good dream, won't you?
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either way, he'll properly relink their arms and straighten back up with a gentle nod.]
That's right. Show me?
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Sure.
[ It's probably for the best that they move because if Yzak notices that he's canoodling in front of a photo of his mother he's gonna start to feel weird.
Two large fancy doors around the corner lead into Yzak's room. Much like the rest of the house, it's adorned with a nice big window for the view out into space and a couple of fancy throw rugs. Yzak's room here has some reflections of his room on the Ximilia, as he's a person of familiarity. Books on folklore, engineering, chess and other things are on the bookshelf. There's a violin case sitting atop a dresser, random amulets and funky looking items on some other shelves. Things Yzak's opted to grab back on the station to either pass time or make it feel a little more homey. His bed is bigger and bougier than the station, too, soft and comfy as hell with more pillows than one person needs. (he likes pillows ok, and has a few more than he needs on the Ximilia too) There's also a desk with a computer for important government man work, and a table set up specifically for chess, a full set sitting on top of it. And finally displayed on a dresser is a photo of some young dorks. ]
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For this reason or that... [he smiles.] It suits you.
[a beat.
he'll echo whatever Of course it does! that might follow, a chuckle in his voice.]
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There's a calmness in his expression when he watches him, enjoying Blue's curiosity, as well as that little smile when he turns back to him.
Of course that will turn into a fussy little scowl when he answers. ]
Of course it— HEY!
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It's because...I'm just stating the obvious, right? But sometimes that's all there is to say. [he tilts his head.] I'm not endlessly full of surprising revelations, after all.
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But you've got your fair share of them.
[ He's been surprised quite a bit. Yzak shifts his weight, putting his hands on his hips and looking down at himself, muttering. ]
Am I really that predictable...?
[ It's empty fussing just for the sake of it. Because even outside of Blue, experience with others have proven that yes, he actually is that predictable. In this case specifically, though, Yzak's actually ... kind of charmed by the tease. And when he looks back up to Blue and sees that smile directed at him, it only serves to amplify that feeling. ]
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That, or... I'm just getting to understand you better. [the mirth wanes to leave a more serene, mild kind of expression.] Both, most likely; there's very few absolutes in the world.
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But, he thinks as he steps closer to Blue, he gets what he means. It's like coming to understand an opponent's play style in chess, where you're able to tell what their next move will most likely be before you make your own. That sort of intuition is different than psionics. ]
If that's the case, I guess it's good that there aren't any surprising revelations you're finding in here.
[ It makes that connection between them feel even tighter. When Yzak steps closer to him, he can't help but note how ... beautiful? Does that word even properly describe it? The way the soft glow of the Earth from the window behind Blue illuminates him, making him appear almost ethereal. It's entrancing. ]
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on the other hand, being approached with such an expression is alluring in its own way; it's hard to feel appealing, to feel beautiful in ones own dying skin, but even outside of reverie Yzak seems blind to disgust when it comes to him. being loved, being cared for...Blue understands it. yet being desired so exclusively is still quite the novelty. he likes it.]
I'm here because of what is already known and shared. Because I want what you want. [he lifts his arms, beckoning.] It's not a surprising revelation anymore, is it...?
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No, that's not a surprising revelation anymore. The thought is loud and clear in response to the question. Yet, sometimes it still feels that way to him, new and exciting and nearly unbelievable ... does that ever go away? Would he even want it to? (no)
Yzak lifts one of his own arms, level with Blue's to take his hand and entwine their fingers while the other slips around his back, intent to claim that reward as he pulls Blue flush against him. The warmth of the atmosphere, the familiar comfort of these surroundings and of this person make it easier to relax into this. He tips his head, leaning in closer but not yet meeting Blue's lips, silently reaffirming the idea of staying here for a while, just them. ]
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his fingers thread easily between Yzak's, a practiced and comfortable gesture at this point that further solidifies reality in this state. Blue feels a bittersweet ache, wishing he'd known this kind of connection sooner to relish it longer, but grateful to have known it at all.
he doesn't idle for long in that state before tilting his head and gently kissing Yzak, eyes closing. he rests his unoccupied hand on his cheek, a couple fingers curling under his jaw.]
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Yzak's hand squeezes, eyes likewise drifting shut while that tickle on his skin from Blue's hair still remains. He kisses him back softly, relaxed and glad that this is another good dream, not one filled with war and bloodshed leaving him to snap awake, breathless. This kind of kiss, another form of breathless that he's grown accustomed to feels so much better. ]
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...so long as his senses keep.
that unknown drop, that ominous threat of severance creeps into the back of Blue's mind and spurs him to press in, to lick at Yzak's lips and bid his mouth open for a deeper kiss.]
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As if he could not get this eager so quickly, being where they are and with this Mu that he's only falling deeper for. ]
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it's not long before both hands find their way to gently cradle and cover that sweet face of his while he covers it in kisses, and it's entirely up to Yzak whether or not they stay upright or they flop horizontally outright.]
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Yzak lets out a gentle little huff as Blue attacks his face with those smooches, his lips just barely twitching with a warm fondness; it's ... cute, this kind of playful affection being gifted to him. Something he's really never experienced like this. Yzak manages to catch what pecks he can with his own lips while a hand rests on Blue's shoulder, squeezing lightly. The other comes up to comb fingers through his hair, around to the back of his head to pull him down in tandem with Yzak as he lies back. ]
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[not that there's been too much time for things to change or anything, but! it bears repeating, because it is, in fact, his favorite. he likes the tingly little sensation that trickles down from scalp to spine, fingers that can be at one turn comforting and another arousing keeping him a willing captive to the moment.
kisses trail to his jaw down to his throat once one of his hands shifts away from Yzak's face.]
Tell me...what you want to feel. Where.
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At that second thing... ]
Haaah, you beat me to it. [ To put forward an offer like that! Because Yzak was about to say, ] You're the one who has more freedom here to move as you please.
[ Blue's more limited in waking, after all. Here without the restrictions of an ailing body to hold him back, Yzak wants him to make the best of this time they can share like this. To feel in control for a change. ]
So I'm pretty sure anything you want to do ... will more than suffice. Because it's you.
[ Those eager lips on his neck feel amazing enough on their own! The hand on Blue's shoulder slides down to the middle of his back. ]
But right now, this ... you can keep this up.
[ Every warm kiss to his neck sends a prickle down his body, his chest rising and falling with a couple of deep, pleased breaths in response. ]
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while kissing and sucking on Yzak's neck, stimulated by the curling of fingers in his hair and against his scalp, Blue shifts to pull himself fully atop him, propped up by his knees to some degree. there's no risk of crushing him here, but physical instinct plays some role, informed by the rise and fall of Yzak's chest. the body remembers and informs with helpful notions, like, for example, rolling his hips to grind against Yzak's, starting up friction between layers of clothes that is more thrilling than frustrating at the onset, stoking those fires.
the sounds and responses to these efforts...Blue covets them. both hands roam to feel around Yzak's chest, to find buttons or fasteners that need to go - that will go, because dream logistics are the best around.]
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When Blue's hips push against his, that evokes a surprised little choked intake of breath that's let out as a low, rumbling groan. Fuck that felt good, and his own hips push up, asking for more.
Ever the fancy man, Yzak's got on a vest over a button up. Lots of buttons.
...
His hands briefly pull back from Blue's back and his hair so he can help with making fast work of those buttons. ]
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once his hands do touch flesh, Blue's mouth migrates downward: clavicle, chest, any little scar along his path gets loving attention. his hands slip under his opened shirt to grope at his sides, feeling the quivering and tightening of muscle underneath his palms. this he has memory of, this is informed...and this he enjoys.]
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Those buttons do get dealt with, though, and every touch of Blue's fingertips against his flesh once he snakes those hands under his shirt sends little sparks of exhilaration through his whole body. Yzak tips his head down, watching Blue with a swell of warmth in every place he plants a kiss, noting the extra bit of attention he gives to any mark. (there aren't too many, but there are some here and there!) Of course, that means every time Blue's lips travel somewhere else down his chest, he feels a tiny chill where they move from.
A hand slips down to fondly caress fingers against the side of Blue's neck. ]
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Yzak. [he shifts so he can take the hand at his neck, holding it there for a moment.] The way your body speaks back to mine... I like it very much. [he smiles, guiding the hand so he can kiss at his fingers.]
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...
There's that fleck of envy again, even though it's an adoring sort of envy, at how easily Blue can say these things. And not just that he can say them, but it's what he says. He makes it sound so beautiful, this language of connection, as he'd called it once. How can Yzak even respond to something like that with anything close? "Yeah let's keep talking then," absolutely fucking not. (only whoops, Blue can read everything!)
He stares at him, expression soft, eyes hazy with a hint of that adoration that comes with the envy. Because it does make sense, hearing something so beautiful come from something so beautiful.
And considering these are all readable thoughts that run through his mind in those couple of beats after Blue speaks, maybe they count as "something close." Or at least an attempt for it. Yzak feels himself fluster, gaze drifting a bit. ]
You make it really hard to come up with something to say to these things, too...! [ That's said as a good thing, though! A compliment. ]
But that ... might be exactly why my body can speak so easily instead.
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It's your heart and will here... [he places that hand over Yzak's heart.] That's why...I can understand so well.
[he shifts a bit, straddling his hips and leaning a bit against the knee and thigh still propped up, taking a moment to pull his shirt up over his head and casting it aside. it stings a little, knowing that even here, he still looks so ill...but that's the only state of himself Yzak knows. and...strangely enough, it's the one he wants.]
I'm a little worried... [his smile wanes to something more somber, still flushed in heat for him.] What if my psionics flicker again, leave you here? You'll still...have a good dream, won't you?
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belated nsfw?????? oop
o ....... o yea 🥒
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