[So quick as to be glancing; his arched fingers doing the light work of pulling his own hair further aside while that collar shrugs low, already split down the middle like cracked fruit and sagging save for the ties strung into its base through linen loops. No part of him reacting to that bluster (however brief— however visible or invisible— through the thick sheen of that mirror), expectation runs as thick as blood in the wireframed lad's aristocratic veins.
And when you're counting on the world tilting on its axis just to give you a little shade, far too few (pleasant) things come as a shock.]
And yet you live here. Sleep here— at some point, I assume. Unless you're some sort of undead beast with no need for rest, bound forever to my side.
[A soft noise of amusement spared there, passing though it may be.]
no subject
[So quick as to be glancing; his arched fingers doing the light work of pulling his own hair further aside while that collar shrugs low, already split down the middle like cracked fruit and sagging save for the ties strung into its base through linen loops. No part of him reacting to that bluster (however brief— however visible or invisible— through the thick sheen of that mirror), expectation runs as thick as blood in the wireframed lad's aristocratic veins.
And when you're counting on the world tilting on its axis just to give you a little shade, far too few (pleasant) things come as a shock.]
And yet you live here. Sleep here— at some point, I assume. Unless you're some sort of undead beast with no need for rest, bound forever to my side.
[A soft noise of amusement spared there, passing though it may be.]
If that isn't being bought.... [Well, what is?]