[There's a half a second before Stildyne's hand is on his collar where Prefect tries to explain again. He wants the other man to stop believing that believing in people is pointless, because that was him. Maybe he wasn't one of the mass murderers or one of the braggarts, but he had barely been human. People who'd tried to be his friends back then, he'd treated like customers or like products. He'd sold weapons, what he'd done to the Marquis alone...
He wants Stildyne not to talk like there's some kind of insurmountable wall between bad and good, or bad and worse. He wants him not to talk about the Barge like it's a lost cause. So he speaks forcefully:]
Comrade, this place--
[--saved me.
But he doesn't get to finish, and that's how his mouth ends up being open when Stildyne pulls him forward onto his lips.
Stildyne is kissing him. And Prefect can count how many people he's kissed in his life on one hand, and it's damp and still weird feeling (it's always weird feeling), and he can feel his heart hammering in his chest like a birds wings against the bars of a cage.
And a bit more.
And then he's let loose.
His face isn't just tinged with pink, it's flushed red with heat, and he brings a hand up to wipe his mouth and shakes his head quickly. He'll be able to formulate words in a moment.]
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Date: 2012-07-18 01:03 am (UTC)He wants Stildyne not to talk like there's some kind of insurmountable wall between bad and good, or bad and worse. He wants him not to talk about the Barge like it's a lost cause. So he speaks forcefully:]
Comrade, this place--
[--saved me.
But he doesn't get to finish, and that's how his mouth ends up being open when Stildyne pulls him forward onto his lips.
Stildyne is kissing him. And Prefect can count how many people he's kissed in his life on one hand, and it's damp and still weird feeling (it's always weird feeling), and he can feel his heart hammering in his chest like a birds wings against the bars of a cage.
And a bit more.
And then he's let loose.
His face isn't just tinged with pink, it's flushed red with heat, and he brings a hand up to wipe his mouth and shakes his head quickly. He'll be able to formulate words in a moment.]