[It's wild to him how much contact can fuck with his head. His childhood had been too full of it at the hands of Sylvian cultists, and then forcing himself to survive the only way he knew how. On the flip side, Elise liked her personal space. Contact would be initiated by her, and it felt strangely too rare. The manor felt cold in more ways than one, and slowly he's piecing together that, maybe, his married life hadn't been so divine.
That's the reasoning he has when he nearly shudders at the lightest touching against his lips. Vergilius is so careful and restrained, but he's charmed by it.]
Nah. Not at all.
[He's cautious, as if he could somehow scare off the other man.
Daan leans in, just adding a bit more pressure to the kiss. More than Vergilius provided, but still soft as he can be.]
no subject
That's the reasoning he has when he nearly shudders at the lightest touching against his lips. Vergilius is so careful and restrained, but he's charmed by it.]
Nah. Not at all.
[He's cautious, as if he could somehow scare off the other man.
Daan leans in, just adding a bit more pressure to the kiss. More than Vergilius provided, but still soft as he can be.]