it's a mingle, a paisley mingle

[timelapsed]

Who: Paisley crew and/or visitors and/or Chloe
Broadcast: N/A
Action: The Paisley
When: Anytime in March p much

[ Welcome to the Paisley, where the drama's made up and the points don't matter ]

Comments

[precedented]

[ Pain. It's been so long since he's felt physical pain that it sends a tremor down his body that he doesn't fully control. But Leto doesn't linger on the sensation, quickly reaching out to curl his fingers in Loki's hair tightly.

( he's overstepping himself. leto is not supposed to want things anymore. a dangerous emotion for him )

Air mingled with air. Time trembles when Gods are near. ]

Then break me. And do it well.

sob

[complicatedliar]

[Oh, and he wants to. Those words are everything designed to take his attention utterly. That makes him want in a way he hasn't wanted in years, and it's unfair.

All that saves him is the memory of one too many arguments with Rogue. And Rogue is here. And he has given her his word. She's still the only person to whom he has never lied. He can still make the calculation, lightning-fast past his own immediate urges, weighing the two things he wants against each other.

Hel.

Hel.

Even with that inner turmoil, he can't help but ease up until he's pressed against the line he's not allowed to cross, the line he's drawn for himself. That Rogue's drawn for him. And it lets him shove Leto against the wall and graze his teeth along the man's jaw, an all-too clever tongue dipping into the curves of his ear for a brief moment.]

Say please.

[And then he fights himself into vanishing before he can do something even more foolish like waiting for an answer, shattering into a thousand motes of light.]

[precedented]

[ That was abrupt. Not unexpected, but abrupt. Leto rubs his chin lightly. He pushed too hard again, he thought absently. This was the second time already that Leto had baited others and himself for that soft moment of passion.

You play a coy game of chess, brother, his sister's warning words drift into his mind, But hearts are made of dust. Only ours endure.

Briefly, he presses his hand against his chest. He cannot even hear it anymore. ]