[You don't think I'll dare to try to take you with me?]
[What a notion. It seems so foreign. They are words that another version of him would have said on a beach somewhere. A version that would throw a knife at a ticking bomb. And now, this little bird of a bomb, bomb of a bird, whatever he is, would even joke about such a thing.]
[So he has roped the man in, unwilling to leave, and here he goes saying such things in return. It really peeves him in a way that makes him paradoxically feel warm. It sticks between his ribs like a pleasant little thorn.]
[Elysium turns, and his fingers pluck, and...pause. Crystals, in neat little lines. Like jewelry embedded in the skin.]
[His hands fret a little, now, dancing over his shoulders, but they take up the new task deftly as they pull back to that noted bag. Sampo pulls off the gown, one arm, and then another, and...]
[A little kiss to the brief glimmer of skin he sees of his neck admist his hair, unable to help himself. The appearance of the crystals seems so definite, and he wishes to not make it so.]
Here we go.
[And he's pulling Elysium's arms now into the sleeves of his shirt, humming all the whole.]
no subject
[What a notion. It seems so foreign. They are words that another version of him would have said on a beach somewhere. A version that would throw a knife at a ticking bomb. And now, this little bird of a bomb, bomb of a bird, whatever he is, would even joke about such a thing.]
[So he has roped the man in, unwilling to leave, and here he goes saying such things in return. It really peeves him in a way that makes him paradoxically feel warm. It sticks between his ribs like a pleasant little thorn.]
[Elysium turns, and his fingers pluck, and...pause. Crystals, in neat little lines. Like jewelry embedded in the skin.]
[His hands fret a little, now, dancing over his shoulders, but they take up the new task deftly as they pull back to that noted bag. Sampo pulls off the gown, one arm, and then another, and...]
[A little kiss to the brief glimmer of skin he sees of his neck admist his hair, unable to help himself. The appearance of the crystals seems so definite, and he wishes to not make it so.]
Here we go.
[And he's pulling Elysium's arms now into the sleeves of his shirt, humming all the whole.]