[ There aren't many people who touch his scars these days. Ephemera still has sensation there, though it's less. Damage layered on too heavy, everything underneath it distant and muted. Pain, anything else. He feels it, but not well. And he doesn't like being touched. Doesn't know how to take it. Sometimes, even when it's gentle, it feels like being raked over hot coals. Like being torn apart.
Funny thing is, he doesn't flinch. Not even when Felix drags his thumb across the surface of Ephemera's fake eye, smearing blood and oil in his wake. This is insane. It's the calmest he's felt in a very long time. Things just -
Slot into place. Like the middle of a drop. Nothing to do but wait it out, no point in panicking or wasting oxygen. Felix stares up at him and Ephemera watches him in turn, and it wasn't supposed to go like this. It wasn't.
But it is.
Ephemera watches Felix for a moment, his thoughts slowed to a calm trickle, and then leans in and kisses him first. ]
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Funny thing is, he doesn't flinch. Not even when Felix drags his thumb across the surface of Ephemera's fake eye, smearing blood and oil in his wake. This is insane. It's the calmest he's felt in a very long time. Things just -
Slot into place. Like the middle of a drop. Nothing to do but wait it out, no point in panicking or wasting oxygen. Felix stares up at him and Ephemera watches him in turn, and it wasn't supposed to go like this. It wasn't.
But it is.
Ephemera watches Felix for a moment, his thoughts slowed to a calm trickle, and then leans in and kisses him first. ]