[Without hesitation, Viktor bridges the gap between their fingers without a second thought, brushing the tips of his along the underside of Eiden's. Curious and forward.
The eerie fingers are somewhat chilly to the touch; the flesh feels a bit bizarre with the rivulets in the skin. Even stranger, something primordial zips hungrily up through Eiden's hand. There's no pain; the sensation is without ethics and feels neither evil nor good.
It pulls with strong interest at Eiden's pit, if only for a second, and then it's gone. It feels like the most base, archaic form of magic. It leaves behind its footprints on Eiden's skin: ovals of cool, pearlescent stains on Eiden's fingers where Viktor had touched. They linger, but slowly begin to fade.]
I have not, but... I have been privy to many such thoughts and desires from those in the commune before.
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[Without hesitation, Viktor bridges the gap between their fingers without a second thought, brushing the tips of his along the underside of Eiden's. Curious and forward.
The eerie fingers are somewhat chilly to the touch; the flesh feels a bit bizarre with the rivulets in the skin. Even stranger, something primordial zips hungrily up through Eiden's hand. There's no pain; the sensation is without ethics and feels neither evil nor good.
It pulls with strong interest at Eiden's pit, if only for a second, and then it's gone. It feels like the most base, archaic form of magic. It leaves behind its footprints on Eiden's skin: ovals of cool, pearlescent stains on Eiden's fingers where Viktor had touched. They linger, but slowly begin to fade.]
I have not, but... I have been privy to many such thoughts and desires from those in the commune before.