[When was the last time he did anything like this? A lifetime ago. It feels like he's been chopped into bits and pieces, each part of his life a different Vergilius, made to experience his own path, his own flow.]
[Would the Vergilius of the past be able to appreciate anything like this? When he was nothing more than a weapon, a killing machine, a Fixer trying to survive?]
[He doesn't know. Maybe the seeds of this were only recent, maybe they were planted long ago. He had that dream for a long time, after all. Guilt did much to tend the soils of it. He wonders if that same guilt will drench this moment later, drown him in sorrows untold.]
[But he doesn't want to let it. Malkuth smiles at him, and her voice is like a song he can't help but follow. It makes a surge of feeling well up in him - different from the plain desire from his body, and altogether affectionate. He smiles - a brief little twitch of a thing, so rare on his lips - as he kisses her, before pressing little warm spots of kisses alongside her jaw and cheek.]
[For this brief, brief moment, perhaps he can feel human.]
Alright. I might be, too.
[He guides her, now, to lay on her back completely onto the bed. He follows, swinging himself onto the bed before he dives down for another kiss, then pressing his lips against the crook of her jaw, sliding to the artery that beats in quick time.]
[One of his hands is sliding to her side, squeezing lightly as he feels up to her chest. A tease.]
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[Would the Vergilius of the past be able to appreciate anything like this? When he was nothing more than a weapon, a killing machine, a Fixer trying to survive?]
[He doesn't know. Maybe the seeds of this were only recent, maybe they were planted long ago. He had that dream for a long time, after all. Guilt did much to tend the soils of it. He wonders if that same guilt will drench this moment later, drown him in sorrows untold.]
[But he doesn't want to let it. Malkuth smiles at him, and her voice is like a song he can't help but follow. It makes a surge of feeling well up in him - different from the plain desire from his body, and altogether affectionate. He smiles - a brief little twitch of a thing, so rare on his lips - as he kisses her, before pressing little warm spots of kisses alongside her jaw and cheek.]
[For this brief, brief moment, perhaps he can feel human.]
Alright. I might be, too.
[He guides her, now, to lay on her back completely onto the bed. He follows, swinging himself onto the bed before he dives down for another kiss, then pressing his lips against the crook of her jaw, sliding to the artery that beats in quick time.]
[One of his hands is sliding to her side, squeezing lightly as he feels up to her chest. A tease.]