[ Oh, he understands. Caelus hates it. Relief melts into his blood like sugar into hot tea, and he's never felt so cloyingly happy in his life. How awful. Not because it's cruel of Luocha to accept his feelings, or anything like that — but because it makes Caelus feel so addictively seen, in exactly the way that he hates being seen.
It's so nice, to feel like his feelings are stupid and irrational, and then have those stupid, irrational feelings perfectly validated in the most soothing way. It's so awful, because for Luocha to understand means that Caelus is behaving within typical, prescribed boundaries. He is probably, to some degree, being manipulated, and he knows it. He is probably, to some degree, going to let himself be manipulated.
He doubts very much that Luocha cares about him on a personal level. But what does that matter? He doesn't need Luocha to care about him — or at least, he doesn't think he does.
Caelus watches the bite marks on Luocha's skin fade away, as cleanly as though he'd never been there at all, and then makes an impulse decision. ]
...Another moment of your time, sir.
[ He can play that game, too. The act. Caelus rises from his armchair, coming closer — he doesn't move too fast. He rests one hand on the counter behind Luocha, pinning him in just slightly, while leaving him room to escape. The way the Trailblazer leans in — it's acceptably suave. A little bit romantic, in the way that the bodice-rippers at the local bookstore tend to frame romance. He stops, just short, at Luocha's lips.
His golden gaze is tender, but there's heat simmering just beneath. ]
Can I have a good-night kiss?
[ Is this cheating the implicit order to go home and wait? Maybe. But then, this is the greed in Caelus talking, a greed that doesn't belong to the Stellaron, but is entirely his own. He's already been served a whole meal, but still, he doesn't see the harm in asking for just one more bite. ]
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It's so nice, to feel like his feelings are stupid and irrational, and then have those stupid, irrational feelings perfectly validated in the most soothing way. It's so awful, because for Luocha to understand means that Caelus is behaving within typical, prescribed boundaries. He is probably, to some degree, being manipulated, and he knows it. He is probably, to some degree, going to let himself be manipulated.
He doubts very much that Luocha cares about him on a personal level. But what does that matter? He doesn't need Luocha to care about him — or at least, he doesn't think he does.
Caelus watches the bite marks on Luocha's skin fade away, as cleanly as though he'd never been there at all, and then makes an impulse decision. ]
...Another moment of your time, sir.
[ He can play that game, too. The act. Caelus rises from his armchair, coming closer — he doesn't move too fast. He rests one hand on the counter behind Luocha, pinning him in just slightly, while leaving him room to escape. The way the Trailblazer leans in — it's acceptably suave. A little bit romantic, in the way that the bodice-rippers at the local bookstore tend to frame romance. He stops, just short, at Luocha's lips.
His golden gaze is tender, but there's heat simmering just beneath. ]
Can I have a good-night kiss?
[ Is this cheating the implicit order to go home and wait? Maybe. But then, this is the greed in Caelus talking, a greed that doesn't belong to the Stellaron, but is entirely his own. He's already been served a whole meal, but still, he doesn't see the harm in asking for just one more bite. ]