[ Felix tightens his grip and Ephemera's breath hisses out. It's real now, spots of pressure pulling him back to the moment. Holding him steady. Oil slides through his hair, down his skin, settles behind his prosthetic, and somehow it feels less hateful this time. Felix bites him, draws blood, but - strangely, maybe - it doesn't turn vicious. It just is. Another facet, another moment to be contended with. Ephemera keeps himself braced on one arm and kisses Felix, their foreheads pressed together, and -
They have an audience, is the thing. A crowd pressing close, expectations lined up like enemy targets. He keeps his hand on Felix's neck, shielding the implant. That feels important.
Breathe, soldier.
Oddly, he's calm. Oddly, Felix isn't.
Ephemera leans in close and kisses him again. Harder this time, dragging his teeth along Felix's lip. He doesn't draw blood. ]
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They have an audience, is the thing. A crowd pressing close, expectations lined up like enemy targets. He keeps his hand on Felix's neck, shielding the implant. That feels important.
Breathe, soldier.
Oddly, he's calm. Oddly, Felix isn't.
Ephemera leans in close and kisses him again. Harder this time, dragging his teeth along Felix's lip. He doesn't draw blood. ]