[it wasn't about what was happening so much as why it was happening at all that Styx was struggling with. he was hardly an intelligent man, and had never professed to be, but even he could tell that there was something severely off about all of this. the people of Prismatica...even being so much more open about this sort of intimacy, it felt wrong. like someone playing a familiar song just a few keys off.
the tune, however, is still the same, and in this whirling moment of confusion and alarm it's really all that he has to hold onto. despite the impression he's given thus far he's actually quite a good kisser, and with his mind detached from reality in a panic his body has free rein to react as it pleases. that he's doing all this to a guy only occurs belatedly, when they've already come crashing against each other more than once. the most thought he's provided from himself is a faint gratitude for the taste of blood in his mouth; it helps him focus in a strange way, the pain something he can understand.
Cain is so close...too close for Styx's hands not to gently settle on his waist, even as he's looking down at him with uncertain gray eyes. the other man didn't see a problem with any of this, but he simply couldn't shake the oddity of this persistent moment. he's got no problem with being a pity fuck or stand-in for a more desirable partner - hell, that's probably the only action he's ever gotten in his life - but at the same time...]
You're not...
[his fingers flex, then rise to press gently against his companion's lips, a soft barrier between them. he's never been with a guy, he wants to tell him, but that doesn't sound right. there's a fire burning around him, he can feel it, and he's trying so desperately not to step right through it.]
You don't even know me.
[there was looking for a hookup, and then there was practically gluing yourself to a stranger in the middle of a pumpkin festival. surely more than a few steps had been leapt straight over here..?]
it's gonna go downhill before it goes up, if it ever does, i can tell you that lmfao
the tune, however, is still the same, and in this whirling moment of confusion and alarm it's really all that he has to hold onto. despite the impression he's given thus far he's actually quite a good kisser, and with his mind detached from reality in a panic his body has free rein to react as it pleases. that he's doing all this to a guy only occurs belatedly, when they've already come crashing against each other more than once. the most thought he's provided from himself is a faint gratitude for the taste of blood in his mouth; it helps him focus in a strange way, the pain something he can understand.
Cain is so close...too close for Styx's hands not to gently settle on his waist, even as he's looking down at him with uncertain gray eyes. the other man didn't see a problem with any of this, but he simply couldn't shake the oddity of this persistent moment. he's got no problem with being a pity fuck or stand-in for a more desirable partner - hell, that's probably the only action he's ever gotten in his life - but at the same time...]
You're not...
[his fingers flex, then rise to press gently against his companion's lips, a soft barrier between them. he's never been with a guy, he wants to tell him, but that doesn't sound right. there's a fire burning around him, he can feel it, and he's trying so desperately not to step right through it.]
You don't even know me.
[there was looking for a hookup, and then there was practically gluing yourself to a stranger in the middle of a pumpkin festival. surely more than a few steps had been leapt straight over here..?]