( ephemera lingers close. felix can't see him – not a single indecent detail in the dark – but he can feel him, and the scorching, splintering heat pulled taut as a wire between their bodies, jaggedly connecting them together. fact: they've been drugged. he doesn't need his rig or his hud to know that. another aphrodisiac generously pumped into this cavernous yet unbearably claustrophobic space, far stronger than the dose he received in the elevator on his first fucking day in the city.
dirty, underhanded. there's an outrageously vicious part of felix that distantly appreciates the cleverness of it all: throwing a bunch of relative strangers into total dark and taking advantage of their predictable, animal-like panic by gassing them. quicker breaths means the drug hits the body's nervous system harder and faster.
enter chaos, stage right.
he splays a hand in front of him, braced flat against ephemera's bare chest. every point of contact burns, hot as molten flame, and it burns worse when he touches nothing at all. easier to focus on the rapid rise and fall of ephemera's chest, and a smear of something wet along his collarbone. felix drags his thumb between the tendons in his throat, digging for his pulse.
the smell hits him a second later. rusty-metallic. coppery.
idly: ) You make someone bleed?
( more likely than someone making ephemera bleed. )
no subject
dirty, underhanded. there's an outrageously vicious part of felix that distantly appreciates the cleverness of it all: throwing a bunch of relative strangers into total dark and taking advantage of their predictable, animal-like panic by gassing them. quicker breaths means the drug hits the body's nervous system harder and faster.
enter chaos, stage right.
he splays a hand in front of him, braced flat against ephemera's bare chest. every point of contact burns, hot as molten flame, and it burns worse when he touches nothing at all. easier to focus on the rapid rise and fall of ephemera's chest, and a smear of something wet along his collarbone. felix drags his thumb between the tendons in his throat, digging for his pulse.
the smell hits him a second later. rusty-metallic. coppery.
idly: ) You make someone bleed?
( more likely than someone making ephemera bleed. )