( there is a part of him that thinks— it really is a shame it didn't work. that aventurine is already pulling away and moving on, even as kirma can feel the way his eyes still burn into him without turning back to see. ah, that's not to say he's gone without his own satisfactions; rough handling and a deep thrust can do plenty on their own even without the added impress of game's haze, but it's a lonely thing, groaned against wood and dripping between the slats of the bench to the dirt below. a familiar notification chimes on his phone, and that truly spells the end of this little encounter, for all its ups and downs.
at least they've learned something about each other in this. little details, about trust and violence and— an unwillingness to move right now, his ears folded back and his tail still raised. there is some measure of optimism to be had in aventurine's words, though; that there is company and time to be shared there again, even if only in pretense for the dance of fifty-two.
#BringTopAventurineBack )
We'll see. What happens.
( said in a voice smaller and softer than normal, and there was never much voice to begin with, to reduce. it's here kirma twists back to look at him, the smug confidence of a fox that rolls off his presence, the way it makes him have to clamp down on the dizzy thought that he'd very much like to kiss him, stupid and full of puppies as he is.
well. that last part is a distant hope that (unfortunately) only continues to recede with each passing breath, but— )
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at least they've learned something about each other in this. little details, about trust and violence and— an unwillingness to move right now, his ears folded back and his tail still raised. there is some measure of optimism to be had in aventurine's words, though; that there is company and time to be shared there again, even if only in pretense for the dance of fifty-two.
#BringTopAventurineBack )
We'll see. What happens.
( said in a voice smaller and softer than normal, and there was never much voice to begin with, to reduce. it's here kirma twists back to look at him, the smug confidence of a fox that rolls off his presence, the way it makes him have to clamp down on the dizzy thought that he'd very much like to kiss him, stupid and full of puppies as he is.
well. that last part is a distant hope that (unfortunately) only continues to recede with each passing breath, but— )
... Don't leave me waiting forever. ( 🥺 )