[ untrusting, arms straighten and slack, giving Rokurou pure cheek as he moves in, fussy and moody and dejected as if it were a continued part of the play. pinned in his embrace and then bitten into another shape, Guanshan starts with a jolt, sparking life back through those still limbs. squirming only lasts as long as it takes those words to reach his ear, siren-calling a change in mood. ]
[ the liquor isn't enough to fight off the night ocean's chill anymore. fingers find the broad column of Rokurou's torso at either side, hooking there for support as the wave bounce them on a rhythm — and Guanshan folds to the temptation of giving in without further struggle, his head lowering pacifistically to rest on the daemon's shoulder. his feet stay afloat, relying entirely on the other man's support. trust restored so easily, so readily mollified. ]
Don't I fuckin' know it.
[ hands go up, loop broad shoulders and neck. he does know it, but damn if he can deny how good it feels to hear. can Rokurou detect his pulse tick up over the sounds of the surf, see his washed-out veins pulse in the silver light of the moon? he's given him enough compliments for the night, beguiled him here with promise and praise — and he's so damn greedy and vain, he shouldn't blow his head up like that. ]
It's okay. I know you'll take care'a me after.
[ but Guanshan's own hedonism is among the many reasons they work. ]
no subject
[ the liquor isn't enough to fight off the night ocean's chill anymore. fingers find the broad column of Rokurou's torso at either side, hooking there for support as the wave bounce them on a rhythm — and Guanshan folds to the temptation of giving in without further struggle, his head lowering pacifistically to rest on the daemon's shoulder. his feet stay afloat, relying entirely on the other man's support. trust restored so easily, so readily mollified. ]
Don't I fuckin' know it.
[ hands go up, loop broad shoulders and neck. he does know it, but damn if he can deny how good it feels to hear. can Rokurou detect his pulse tick up over the sounds of the surf, see his washed-out veins pulse in the silver light of the moon? he's given him enough compliments for the night, beguiled him here with promise and praise — and he's so damn greedy and vain, he shouldn't blow his head up like that. ]
It's okay. I know you'll take care'a me after.
[ but Guanshan's own hedonism is among the many reasons they work. ]