touch fire, just to taste the truth

[implying]

Date & Time: today!!!!! evening.
Location: room 410
Characters: vanadi and poor, unsuspecting marduk
Summary: vanadi is feeling needy and clingy and pathetic, and must inflict it on friends.
Warnings: uhhhhhh vanadi wishing things could get sexy?? will update if needed!

[ He's not wearing his mask tonight. As a result, he's not terribly recognizable as he wanders the halls of the Housing, hands pocketed, huddled into his hoodie. Not very fashionable, a hoodie, but tonight finds him decidedly apathetic about it.

His steps take him to the fourth floor, and from there to the last room. His glance at the number on the door turns to a stare — and shortly after into a knock.

Marduk, he thinks. He's not sure who his roommates are, he hasn't looked into it, but some little cranny in his electricity-driven mind reassures him that his good, dead friend lives here now, since the reorganization. So he steps back to wait, wondering if he has it in him to be properly cheerful when the door is answered. ]

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[applethief]

[ automatically, he reaches out to touch the exposed hand. no, just metal. he spares vanadi an incredulous look, biting back a grin and completely failing to contain it. ]

What, that's it? [ his attention drifts back to vanadi's hand; he tugs on the edge of his sleeve, trying to pull it upwards. ] How far does it go?

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[ He gets an ear-dropped flat look for that, but he obligingly gestures to himself with the arm not being interrogated. His motion indicates up to his shoulder, then down slightly off from the center of his body, and to both legs. ]

And that's it, yes. Plus a good portion of my brain.

[applethief]

Er-- [ he abruptly drops vanadi's sleeve after catching that look from him. ] Sorry. [ and he means it! just...

marduk moves his hand to the center of his own chest. he stares off into the distance as he thinks. ] It's not that common where I come from, but-- you're really the only one? [ another glance back at vanadi. he doesn't think he's lying, but it's hard to believe. ]

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No, not anymore. I went home, and in my absence, she'd created a few more. That is— the human woman that...

[ What's the word for someone that ruined your life? He considers it for a few seconds. ]

...Graced me with practical application of her intelligence. [ The smile is sharp and bitter. ] I'm ever her favorite, though. It's touching how she hadn't forgotten me at all.

[applethief]

[ marduk touches vanadi's hand again, claws clicking against the metal. it's solid; he's impressed, but he doubts the compliment would be appreciated.

it's a familiar story, though, and one he can empathize with. still, there's not much to say. ] Well, you're pretty memorable. [ it's the best thing he can think of. ]

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[ He watches that touch for a few seconds, before moving his gaze up to his face. That gets a thoughtful few seconds of scrutiny as well. Then he shifts, twisting his hand around and down to secure a loose, if secure, hold at Marduk's wrist, and from there presses it to the bed and leans his weight on both their hands. It brings him in close enough to go for a kiss, which is, of course, exactly what he does. ]

i have no icons for this :C

[applethief]

[ while he wasn't necessarily expecting the kiss, it doesn't exactly catch him off guard, either. i mean-- it is vanadi, right? marduk easily falls into the kiss, his free hand sliding up vanadi's side, trying to find a way under his shirt.

and then he pauses, turning his head away and breaking off the kiss. ] Why? [ he hopes he doesn't need to elaborate; he probably couldn't. ]

well fuck using my imagination D:<

[implying]

[ He doesn't insist on the kiss after Marduk breaks it, but he does take the opportunity to move nearer. Nearly right into his lap, actually, with one leg curling comfortably around his waist. ]

Because we're both lonely sons of bitches, my dear. [ It's low, more sardonic than his usual cheerful, refined tones ever get. ] Why ever not?

YEAH SUCKS FOR YOU DOESN'T IT

[applethief]

That's not true. [ a weak protest. as if they both don't know it?

tch. marduk's hand ends up on vanadi's thigh somehow (somehow), even as he stubbornly keeps his face tilted away. ] I can think of plenty of reasons. [ the part he doesn't add is that none of them can contest vanadi's line of thinking. the only thing left to do at this point is resume the kiss, lest vanadi get the wrong opinion. ]

ugh it's like we're in a writing based hobby or something

[implying]

[ Both of Vanadi's hands had fallen to Marduk's waist, but now he lifts one to rest lightly at his upper stomach. He kisses back with a growing sort of hunger, something needy and usually kept repressed. He should have tried this sooner. Much sooner. As soon as he was in through the door, maybe.

Well, best make up for lost time. Both hands, one gloved and one metal, sink to the hem of Marduk's shirt, pulling it up to run themselves over whatever skin he can find. ]