Hansa Cervantes (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
robopriest) wrote2025-11-03 09:02 pm
robopriest) wrote2025-11-03 09:02 pm
PC WITH ANAXAGORAS
i love how this meme doesn't make sense but its funny to Me
i love how this meme doesn't make sense but its funny to Me
i love how this meme doesn't make sense but its funny to Me
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So, he probably had a nod in there somewhere when the other man questioned it.
...It's also why even if he has an ear for ones that are not stated with any true sentiment, he can tell when they are true. Which has a habit of deeply reaching him just the same, engrained within him whenever he happened to hear of such words professed thoughtfully.
Much the same as the reaction he can get in return...the redness apparent and true on Hansa's face makes him even more brilliant. It kindles more within him, committing to memory what he can get when the other man receives in return. He desperately wants to give as much as he receives...such that he shivers again, feeling the pressure on his lower lip.
It encourages them to part, just a little, to turn his head - and deepen the kiss slightly as his hands move from the front of Hansa's shirt to grasp at his back, a touch more eager. All the while feeling like he has been granted more and more sips of an elixir that makes him feel more alive. ]
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[Anaxagoras, never told how beautiful he is, has given him this sensation to sink into. Hansa sighs into the kiss - and he knows he has never kissed anyone like this before. This man has done something to him. A permanent stain.]
[He has to catch his breath eventually, though, and so he presses forehead against forehead, breath quick and hot. He has to get a handle on himself. He doesn't feel like he can.]
[His hands slide up and down the other's spine, lightly.]
Have you ever...kissed like that before? Should I be jealous?
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The bottomless chasm, that emptiness, the side of himself insatiable and wanting, always existed, ready to overpower reason. But, it felt like giving into that, into so many emotional currents, was as easy as breathing; even if it overflowed without warning.
Like an unrestrained tempest. He comes back into himself properly when the other male's head is pressed against his, his own breath heavy and quick, cheeks flushed red. He feels himself even relax into the touch...completely distracted.
He wants to steal another kiss...
...Oh.
He barely realizes Hansa asked him a question, clearing his throat. ]
...I've...hmm.
I can't remember the last time I kissed anyone. [ ... ] If ever.
The only person you'd therefore be jealous of would be someone like - or rather - simply yourself. Though, you would be ridiculous enough to manage that, wouldn't you?
[ He says that fondly despite his current state of being a bit dazed. That said, if he turns his head slightly, he thinks he can nuzzle Hansa's cheek like this... ]
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[Hansa audibly swallows, trying to calm his restless heart. He wants to kiss him more. He wants to practice moderation. Greed is a sin, too. He always toes the line, but this is egregious, isn't it?]
[The man nuzzles against him, and he does the same in return after a short little pause.]
Haha. Maybe looking at this from the outside, I should be jealous of being able to have this from such a brilliant man.
[This feels so real. This feels like staring at the sun. He pecks the side of the man's cheek, before rubbing against it to simply sink into the sensation.]
[What has this man done with him?]
[Love, probably.]
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Feeling the movement against him, he feels a surge of pleasant emotion, smirking slightly like a satisfied kitten.
...Yet, Hansa's words incite a laugh - soft, but contradictorily sharp, radiating loud through the area. When he speaks, though, his words are full of not only mirth, but absolute affection, warm satisfaction radiating through him like the embraces that have left them both comfortable in each other's space. ]
Now you sound even more ridiculous than usual. You know that, right?
[ But, he has often enjoyed that side of him. Hansa's ridiculousness, hell...Hansa's everything. What is there not to appreciate? To sink into? To love? It sends a joyful emotion that makes him feel alive. ]
...Even if I will not deny my intelligence. Never can.
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[He is ridiculous. He always is. A frivolous soul who doesn't fit the mold of a priest to begin with. This is ridiculous, to encourage this. But he keeps hearing that beautiful sharp laugh, and it feels like butterfly wings sliding into his chest. A wound he is too ecstatic over.]
No, you're a smart cookie. [And he's pulling him up, twirling him in place.] My smart cookie.
[His.]
[And his expression is more bashful.]
...Can I call you mine? Am I allowed? I almost feel like my hand is in that smart cookie jar.
[He might be joking, but...there's a hint of wanting reassurance, too.]
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Yours...
[ Anaxagoras feels ever more delight at the word - like the comfortable sensation of a spring breeze. Another loud, boisterous laugh escaping him all the same as he's pulled up, twirled around, eyes twinkling all the way. It's almost like he's flying.
He's dizzy, but with unreasonable, limitless elation, and it feels so freeing. ]
Yes, you may. Your hand has been caught in this 'smart cookie jar'. But there's no way I'm forcing it away.
I am yours, and you are mine.
[ Anaxagoras says this without a single bit of hesitation...with every fiber of his being. From how that tenderness seeps in, there is no doubt that he speaks it - the veritable truth in every sense of the word. ]