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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There are a multitude of actions, of who he simply is, that sums up as a mere matter of blasphemy. But though he has done such things before through motivation to spit in the face of those divine-related and not so much, in this he simply is. His feelings and actions have inspired actions of "tabboo" within his loved one.
A holy man defying his commandments to be with him. Yet in his view, they are no such things at all...and so he reaches out, hand settling gently against the other male's cheek.
Confident that this man will have no chance of escaping what he has spun, with them having both sunk so deep, his eye flickers with satisfaction at Hansa's nervousness. Perhaps a bit of residual excitement. ]
Take the time you need.
[ He does at least add, and he is pretty much strangely unbothered by the way Hansa presses his soiled hand on his side. Which, well, to be frank is because he's freak so it does make his smile widen. Though, his expression does settle between somewhere sharp yet soft at the praise, before settling into something serious. Yet wholesome. ]
Perfect? I feel if it is because you say so, I can only be that way due to the irrefutable fact that you complete me. Without you, I can't possibly be nowhere near such.
You are my other half. My everything.
[ Their imperfections make them perfect; make them whole. And that is a truth that will always be in his eye. ]
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[It seems such a lofty statement as to be ridiculous. Unfounded. He chokes on it, the warmth of it almost scalding as it comes to his ears. Hansa coughs a little, skin burning on his face like lava.]
The way you say such things so easily...
[It is part of the reason he himself fell in love, though. What he sees is what he gets. Anaxagoras would never lie to him. He's as bare to him as the day they could see each other's desires that day.]
[He relaxes into the touch to his face, though, eye creasing as he looks down on someone who has become so cherished. His thumb rubs lazy circles into the man's side.]
...Could you imagine yourself saying that about this terrible priest a month ago? You really....love me so much. It surprises me in all the right ways. I hope my love can be just as powerful.
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No.
At that time, I don't believe I was cognizant of whatever feelings that stirred even in their infancy, and even when I had begun to catch on...hmph.
I expected nothing to come of it.
[ It's an honest truth. Not wholly because of Hansa's situation, but rather mostly because of his own, more than anything - though, he anticipated with Hansa his own may interfere as well. Hansa made him realize so many things; things he thought himself incapable of, forced him to confront a truth he thought he knew, but ultimately had not.
Easily, he finds himself relaxing into the touch, though even like this has enough presence of mind to offer a heartfelt, yet loving lecture. ]
But, that matters little now.
More improtantly, for a so-called terrible priest, you proved yourself to be beyond simply the inane and ridiculous nonsense, you know. Though not always above it. I firmly believe that this includes now. In that you have already proven the strength and tenacity of your love. That even if someone foolishly dared to offer it rebuttal [ He'd pull out his gun, actually. ], the truth is undeniable from what I can see.
I will remind you as much as possible as well; which should be easy enough. [ Then, with something that sounds incredibly proud... ] I am not blind to the affect I have on you, after all.
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[Because in the beginning, even after realizing his feelings, he was sure it was dead on the doorstep. He was a priest. He couldn't even begin to acknowledge it as real. But the man pressed onwards, was stubborn to hell and back, and...now this. Getting lectured by the Professor about the idea of their love and how its grown.]
Ahaha! I would hope you're not. Blind, that is. [He offers a little peck of a kiss to the man's nose.] ...Can you imagine, though? Childermass accused me of leading you on, around a week or two after we arrived in this place. I denied it, and I didn't really believe it at the time, either. But I think, deep down...you had already become my favorite person.
...I'm addicted to you, Anaxagoras.
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[ Anaxagoras seems unsurprisingly proud of this fact. Ah, but did he believe that Hansa would never acknowledge it for himself, should he develop feelings for him? Ironically, he didn't think that.
It was acting on those feelings with a sense of finality being the rub, so to speak. He remembers when the beloved priest outlined the problems so clearly, but dared to give into his budding feelings, and...his mind goes off track when he laughs so beautifully. He lifts another hand so that two are resting on Hansa's face, and he returns the kiss right back on his nose in turn. ]
The heart knows before the mind realizes. [ Spoken gently, as much as with amusement; he shifts to lean his head against Hansa's shoulder, hands settling around his waist. ] But, now I suppose know why he reacted the way he did, when I said what I did...though, even if I felt ever the more certain about my feelings, I really had no intention of acting on them myself. Not so early on.
Well, fortunately for you, I can't help but feel the same way. Even if I will undoubtedly cause you a number of troubles.