"Perhaps---yes, I think so." Estinien's still staring at him like he's a revelation, a figure worthy of worship and awe. Like he's helpless before the face of this man in orgasm. "The lingering power of the eye, and the blood, it--it does unusual things sometimes. It is not dangerous, I would pay it no mind." Sometimes he forgets it's not normal to live this way, a piece of you always belonging to something else.
"I was not paying attention, regardless. You are...it is easy to be distracted by you." Gaius has none of the Ishgardian physical virtues - no sharp cheekbones, sleek ears, delicate bone structure. Estinien has never craved these things anyway.
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Date: 2022-11-02 01:18 pm (UTC)"I was not paying attention, regardless. You are...it is easy to be distracted by you." Gaius has none of the Ishgardian physical virtues - no sharp cheekbones, sleek ears, delicate bone structure. Estinien has never craved these things anyway.