[ Ephemera tips his head to the side, watching Felix. Taking him in, the way he looks with oil slicked through his hair. Blood stained on his throat, across his face, the marks that Ephemera left on him raw and real. There's a lot of blood on the ground now, spilled between them. There always is.
The calm feeling settles in him. If anything, it grows.
He leans forward and presses his forehead to Felix's. An old, comforting gesture. ]
Don't.
[ His voice is soft. Calm, as he links his fingers with Felix's. Tugging them away from his implant. ]
Don't do that.
[ This is insane. And yet.
Hah.
He breathes out slow and drags his free hand down along Felix's ribs. And then lower, settling over his hip. ]
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The calm feeling settles in him. If anything, it grows.
He leans forward and presses his forehead to Felix's. An old, comforting gesture. ]
Don't.
[ His voice is soft. Calm, as he links his fingers with Felix's. Tugging them away from his implant. ]
Don't do that.
[ This is insane. And yet.
Hah.
He breathes out slow and drags his free hand down along Felix's ribs. And then lower, settling over his hip. ]