[that amuses him somehow. Sand feels almost silken beneath his feet, shifting in a way that helps propel him forward effortlessly. It's still hard for him to parse Rufus' own intentions, his wants. He's reserved and calculating, and the younger man still isn't used to figuring out how he wants to act around that.
Even so, he stops just inside the edge of reach, now. Truly, he's lucky his suit hasn't put him right into pleading again...]
I'm not afraid of risks, especially not anymore. I just don't like earnestly upsetting people.
[but he's pretty sure he's not misreading this part, at least not now. Not with the way his head tilts, drawing Olivine's gaze from the gentle slope of his neck down to the expanse of skin framed by loose fabric. Beautiful, really, and the priest makes no effort to hide how he's taking him in, let alone the particularly deep need in brilliant green eyes.
A little like a noble, he thinks. Sure and proud, regardless of the situation, always seeking the way to his own wishes.]
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[that amuses him somehow. Sand feels almost silken beneath his feet, shifting in a way that helps propel him forward effortlessly. It's still hard for him to parse Rufus' own intentions, his wants. He's reserved and calculating, and the younger man still isn't used to figuring out how he wants to act around that.
Even so, he stops just inside the edge of reach, now. Truly, he's lucky his suit hasn't put him right into pleading again...]
I'm not afraid of risks, especially not anymore. I just don't like earnestly upsetting people.
[but he's pretty sure he's not misreading this part, at least not now. Not with the way his head tilts, drawing Olivine's gaze from the gentle slope of his neck down to the expanse of skin framed by loose fabric. Beautiful, really, and the priest makes no effort to hide how he's taking him in, let alone the particularly deep need in brilliant green eyes.
A little like a noble, he thinks. Sure and proud, regardless of the situation, always seeking the way to his own wishes.]