[Albedo looks upwards to blink owlishly at the night sky. It's a brief reprieve meant to regain his composure. It would never be enough to will away the very real physiological reaction that's currently pressed flush against the traveller to feel for himself. That didn't leave much room for misinterpretation. A rose hue stains his alabaster skin; from his forehead all the way down to his collarbones.
A trace of his own blood still lingers at the corner of Aether's lips, he notices it now. Of course he does when he's started to stare so rapt at that mouth. How would his own essence taste coming from the Traveller's lips? The truth is that he wants. Wants to explore all of that has been suggested to him and more. Perhaps mark up Aether's neck in the way he knows his own must be from the throbbing of bite marks. Still, Aether's own words of warning issued earlier in the month grind his forward march to a halt.]
Aether, I know my own answer. Yet will you still want that after this? I can't help but worry about that. [and he finds this so much easier to say if he keeps his eyes glued to the side rather than at Aether's face-- because there's something vulnerable in his voice now--] Perhaps unnecessarily, but, if you do ...Then we can pick up where we left off then.
[For all he knows he's talking to himself at this point. But as tempting as this is it's not worth compromising their connection over. Thus there's an attempt to gather both of Aether's arms in his hold to regain some control over this situation.]
;)
A trace of his own blood still lingers at the corner of Aether's lips, he notices it now. Of course he does when he's started to stare so rapt at that mouth. How would his own essence taste coming from the Traveller's lips? The truth is that he wants. Wants to explore all of that has been suggested to him and more. Perhaps mark up Aether's neck in the way he knows his own must be from the throbbing of bite marks. Still, Aether's own words of warning issued earlier in the month grind his forward march to a halt.]
Aether, I know my own answer. Yet will you still want that after this? I can't help but worry about that. [and he finds this so much easier to say if he keeps his eyes glued to the side rather than at Aether's face-- because there's something vulnerable in his voice now--] Perhaps unnecessarily, but, if you do ...Then we can pick up where we left off then.
[For all he knows he's talking to himself at this point. But as tempting as this is it's not worth compromising their connection over. Thus there's an attempt to gather both of Aether's arms in his hold to regain some control over this situation.]