[ pity they didn't get love arrowed when nodd had his rapunzel braid. his regular hair is long enough, but doesn't have the same rope-like quality. some other time. the tugging now catches nodd's breath in his throat. temenos is smart to hold him with two hands. nodd responds to the mild restraints with a futile half-lunge that stops short of their teeth clacking. ]
I don't--you wouldn't have to do anything.
[ his hands are free until they rest on temenos' knees. far from the no-no zone, but surely around should an invitation appear. ]
You know that, right? I'd be fine if you just wanted me to... Get you.
[ from nodd's experience, men like when they don't have to guess. when they know that nodd has such a low bar it's merged with the ground. temenos isn't men, though, and being too willing might frighten him into less hair pulling, more door opening.
nodd walks a tightrope. he doesn't know enough about safety nets to be upset at its absence. ]
[ hmmmm... he considers this for a long moment, lets him keep his hands where they are. for someone so delicate and light - for someone who is not strong hardly at all - temenos has a firm grip. it's the weight of his personality, the weight of his gravitas.
all of that focus, all of that sharp, assessing gaze falls onto nodd, as he looks him up and down, thinking. ]
I understand, yes. [ he can see what's being put down here - but he's reading between the lines of nodd's words, first. ] And you will find that I rarely have to do anything.
[ so whatever he does choose (or does not choose) to do are things that he wants. ]
[ if he wasn't being held so securely, perhaps nodd would bob his head in agreement. since it's his mouth free, he murmurs: ]
Yes, Mr. Inquisitor, sir. Nobody makes you do anything.
[ here nodd kneels, terrifically unmasked. the typical guard that disguises itself as alcoholism or nihilism has crumbled to dust. he's in love with temenos. the devotion that comes with such a thing would possibly crush a lesser man than the priest. it has, others. nodd doesn't know how to do anything in moderation. ]
Tomorrow, you or I could die. It's a high likelihood, since it's me and I like you.
[ sorry for the curse, separate from omegamart. the curse of nodd affection. ]
I don't want to have never... I want to make it so you don't forget about me. Is that so bad?
[ thankfully, he is more than strong. thankfully - it's not even the first time someone has promised utter devotion to him, either. after all, crick's fervent promise to be his godsblade is a loss that he still wears heavily on his shoulders, the sort of thing that haunts his memories. so, he handles the weight, carries it like a professional.
finds where it's too heavy, where it might be dragging nodd down too, and lifts it.
the first comment gets a soft huff. ] Now, if that's the case, you and I may cancel each other out.
[ because boy does temenos have issues with that too!!! haha!!!
the grip at the back of his neck loosens, and the hand at his chin does, too. it shifts instead, and temenos cups his cheek with one hand. a softer touch, something gentle. unstoppable force, immovable object. ]
And if you think that I would forget about you were something to happen, I ought to be insulted.
[ after all, nodd saw his memories - the most vulnerable part of him, a few weeks ago. it could be scolding, but it comes so clearly from a place of kindness, something warm. he's not angry or insulted at all, but the steadiness is a reminder. you don't have to act like that, to be remembered. at least not for temenos, who holds his ghosts so close and so tenderly they act like a weight. ]
[ as temenos' cups his cheek in his palm, nodd leans into the touch, eyelids half-shuttering. nodd is a fighter, not a lover, as seen by how well he withstands physical pain but gentleness makes him sour. or melt. the latter, this time, because it's balanced by the surety temenos offers.
nodd doesn't pray, but if he did, he'd pray that he die, between the two of them. temenos has that bright mind constantly churning through the evidence. the utter dedication to truth above all else. he should stay alive.
there was no desire tonight to insult temenos. it's a solid bet that a man of the cloth won't have the sort of streetrat experience nodd picked up before he lived at the monastery. any small yielding, each kiss, is quite satisfying.
he'd climb on temenos' in an instant if he changed his mind, but this calm togetherness has charm.
nodd turns his face into temeno's hand as he's asked to stay. happy. ]
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I don't--you wouldn't have to do anything.
[ his hands are free until they rest on temenos' knees. far from the no-no zone, but surely around should an invitation appear. ]
You know that, right? I'd be fine if you just wanted me to... Get you.
[ from nodd's experience, men like when they don't have to guess. when they know that nodd has such a low bar it's merged with the ground. temenos isn't men, though, and being too willing might frighten him into less hair pulling, more door opening.
nodd walks a tightrope. he doesn't know enough about safety nets to be upset at its absence. ]
Or I could be good.
[ his thumbs rub concentrated circles. ]
If that's what you really want.
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all of that focus, all of that sharp, assessing gaze falls onto nodd, as he looks him up and down, thinking. ]
I understand, yes. [ he can see what's being put down here - but he's reading between the lines of nodd's words, first. ] And you will find that I rarely have to do anything.
[ so whatever he does choose (or does not choose) to do are things that he wants. ]
Why is this what you want to reach for, first?
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Yes, Mr. Inquisitor, sir. Nobody makes you do anything.
[ here nodd kneels, terrifically unmasked. the typical guard that disguises itself as alcoholism or nihilism has crumbled to dust. he's in love with temenos. the devotion that comes with such a thing would possibly crush a lesser man than the priest. it has, others. nodd doesn't know how to do anything in moderation. ]
Tomorrow, you or I could die. It's a high likelihood, since it's me and I like you.
[ sorry for the curse, separate from omegamart. the curse of nodd affection. ]
I don't want to have never... I want to make it so you don't forget about me. Is that so bad?
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finds where it's too heavy, where it might be dragging nodd down too, and lifts it.
the first comment gets a soft huff. ] Now, if that's the case, you and I may cancel each other out.
[ because boy does temenos have issues with that too!!! haha!!!
the grip at the back of his neck loosens, and the hand at his chin does, too. it shifts instead, and temenos cups his cheek with one hand. a softer touch, something gentle. unstoppable force, immovable object. ]
And if you think that I would forget about you were something to happen, I ought to be insulted.
[ after all, nodd saw his memories - the most vulnerable part of him, a few weeks ago. it could be scolding, but it comes so clearly from a place of kindness, something warm. he's not angry or insulted at all, but the steadiness is a reminder. you don't have to act like that, to be remembered. at least not for temenos, who holds his ghosts so close and so tenderly they act like a weight. ]
Stay the night.
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nodd doesn't pray, but if he did, he'd pray that he die, between the two of them. temenos has that bright mind constantly churning through the evidence. the utter dedication to truth above all else. he should stay alive.
there was no desire tonight to insult temenos. it's a solid bet that a man of the cloth won't have the sort of streetrat experience nodd picked up before he lived at the monastery. any small yielding, each kiss, is quite satisfying.
he'd climb on temenos' in an instant if he changed his mind, but this calm togetherness has charm.
nodd turns his face into temeno's hand as he's asked to stay. happy. ]
I was hoping you'd ask.