[ an explanation, for all that it encourages his gaze to slip between his arm and Tyki and back again, does little to stymy whatever confidence it is that has brought them to this moment; he only files the... warning(? approval?) in a folder opened and neatly pinned with a picture of this man's face: uncontrolled, maybe edging into something like fear, but the veneer of a good player layered atop like greasy holographic film. he's a bit like this resort, maybe: glitz and glam, handsome exterior, something strange and sinister beneath. he's a bit like him, maybe. Getou hums noncommittally to this praise, receptive only when he's certain of its authenticity. this, sadly, is a stranger. ]
[ hard to be certain about anything in this situation. his sentient-seeming bonds tighten and pull, and he assesses the reaction. it brings to mind something like a venus fly trap: alive and alien, playing by its own set of rules. Tyki may be as tall as him but as broad he is not, and Getou uses his body to pin his date and the thing tying them together in the corner; he is radiantly warm where his chest presses to Tyki's arm, his side, his hips, his thigh, leaking a shock of bodyheat through loose sweats. ]
[ one guest's encroach is especially meddlesome — and becomes increasingly so when two handsome young men exchanging even a chaste kiss stirs interest. something oily sifts behind his dark brown gaze, his head canting ever so slightly as though to hear a sound on a frequency to which only he is attuned. Tyki offers his fool's gold praise and Getou laps it up, looping his freed arm around the other man's shoulders, sticking his chest to him in the small confines of the elevator. romantically, a sneakered leg kicks up at the knee — ]
[ and, incidentally, collides with the extremely soft testicles of their voyeur. ]
Thank you, honey. [ a well-received bark over an otherwise disturbing groan. the guest doubles over, and a rush of other people eager to mind their own business storm past him as the doors open. ] Shall we?
[ a tapestry of hanging vines and lush greenery await them, the air of the gardens abruptly cleaner as soon as one steps onto the landing. flowers drip from the ceiling like a multicolor half-fallen rain until the dome opens to light as realistic as money can buy; Getou's eyes brighten to a honey-gold as wonder pulls him along a less-populated path, curved balconies suspended over lily ponds that trickle and babble and whisper. a grotesque, oversized frog the size of a small car watches them from a grassy knoll; something slithers beneath the water, invisibly rippling the surface in the curved line of a creature's body, a pelican the size of a house finds purchase on the great limbs of a nearby blossoming tree, its weight impossible for how the tree doesn't sag. ]
[ everywhere Tyki looks, a watchful set of eyes meet him in return. ]
This, [ he starts, untangling his arm from his companion's, the backs of is fingers smoothing down the serpentine curl at his jugular. grace, luck, enigma? hard to say what's keeping him alive. ] has its own will?
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[ hard to be certain about anything in this situation. his sentient-seeming bonds tighten and pull, and he assesses the reaction. it brings to mind something like a venus fly trap: alive and alien, playing by its own set of rules. Tyki may be as tall as him but as broad he is not, and Getou uses his body to pin his date and the thing tying them together in the corner; he is radiantly warm where his chest presses to Tyki's arm, his side, his hips, his thigh, leaking a shock of bodyheat through loose sweats. ]
[ one guest's encroach is especially meddlesome — and becomes increasingly so when two handsome young men exchanging even a chaste kiss stirs interest. something oily sifts behind his dark brown gaze, his head canting ever so slightly as though to hear a sound on a frequency to which only he is attuned. Tyki offers his fool's gold praise and Getou laps it up, looping his freed arm around the other man's shoulders, sticking his chest to him in the small confines of the elevator. romantically, a sneakered leg kicks up at the knee — ]
[ and, incidentally, collides with the extremely soft testicles of their voyeur. ]
Thank you, honey. [ a well-received bark over an otherwise disturbing groan. the guest doubles over, and a rush of other people eager to mind their own business storm past him as the doors open. ] Shall we?
[ a tapestry of hanging vines and lush greenery await them, the air of the gardens abruptly cleaner as soon as one steps onto the landing. flowers drip from the ceiling like a multicolor half-fallen rain until the dome opens to light as realistic as money can buy; Getou's eyes brighten to a honey-gold as wonder pulls him along a less-populated path, curved balconies suspended over lily ponds that trickle and babble and whisper. a grotesque, oversized frog the size of a small car watches them from a grassy knoll; something slithers beneath the water, invisibly rippling the surface in the curved line of a creature's body, a pelican the size of a house finds purchase on the great limbs of a nearby blossoming tree, its weight impossible for how the tree doesn't sag. ]
[ everywhere Tyki looks, a watchful set of eyes meet him in return. ]
This, [ he starts, untangling his arm from his companion's, the backs of is fingers smoothing down the serpentine curl at his jugular. grace, luck, enigma? hard to say what's keeping him alive. ] has its own will?