[Oh, he won't make for the glass? Then after the awkward pause, Javert will lift a brow and takes Vicious's hand for himself. He presses a teasing kiss to the knuckles (with a little scrape of fang for good measure), tucks the glass-stem into his palm and wraps his fingers around it like he is made of putty.]
Your 'other' self is you, and I am sure of it. I've seen enough this week to judge the differences small, whatever-it-is the peninsula has done. Though you were not a dead one when I last left you. A shadow, rather. A stunning one, mind you, [he hums throatily, his thumb brushing against the well-faded marks in Vicious's neck. It's a joke that'll likely go over Vicious's head. Stunning, as in electric, able to ensnare the body and shock the muscle to stillness.] But I could get accustomed to this body just as well, I think.
[He lingers for a few beats more than necessary, and draws away abruptly, his Dyster key brandished in his palm. He turns the key in the nearest door and whips open the portal, stepping aside for Vicious to enter first.
Through the door he'll spot Javert's quarters, plush with deep reds, blacks, and mahoganies, and quite neatly vampiric. Morbid art pieces of monsters in the night line the walls. There is a proper bed, at least, grand enough for two. Not a coffin in sight.
And a leather flogger propped against the armchair, right beside the cuffs and the gags.]
Well? After you. And leave the pants where they are, for as long as you can bear it. I quite like the look of them on you.
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Date: 2023-09-23 08:22 pm (UTC)Your 'other' self is you, and I am sure of it. I've seen enough this week to judge the differences small, whatever-it-is the peninsula has done. Though you were not a dead one when I last left you. A shadow, rather. A stunning one, mind you, [he hums throatily, his thumb brushing against the well-faded marks in Vicious's neck. It's a joke that'll likely go over Vicious's head. Stunning, as in electric, able to ensnare the body and shock the muscle to stillness.] But I could get accustomed to this body just as well, I think.
[He lingers for a few beats more than necessary, and draws away abruptly, his Dyster key brandished in his palm. He turns the key in the nearest door and whips open the portal, stepping aside for Vicious to enter first.
Through the door he'll spot Javert's quarters, plush with deep reds, blacks, and mahoganies, and quite neatly vampiric. Morbid art pieces of monsters in the night line the walls. There is a proper bed, at least, grand enough for two. Not a coffin in sight.
And a leather flogger propped against the armchair, right beside the cuffs and the gags.]
Well? After you. And leave the pants where they are, for as long as you can bear it. I quite like the look of them on you.