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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[The man is practically a mad scientist. And a man who has lived countless lives to boot. His idea of his own existence is something else, indeed. To allow such changes to his body...]
[Wait.]
[He laughs a little, leaning into that carress.]
Pot would be calling kettle black if I commented more. You'll see.
[He's one to talk, he means. His own touch makes contact, drifting down the swell of his chest, before he pulls back to roll up his top. Hansa pulls it up and over his head, discarding it.]
[He looks like one would expect him to around his neck and upper chest. It's the rest that's drastically different. Metal inlaid plates make the rest of his chest and abdomen, and his shoulders and arms are complete prosthetics. His hands almost look like flesh-colored gloves, like this.]
[The remnant of the other's teeth are already healed quite well, much to his chagrin.]
[Hansa's eye dips down, a little vulnerable.]
There...isn't much for you to bite, here.
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Although, he has to wonder what is it that's going through Hansa's mind, after he gives the laugh that he does - endearing as ever. But, he is arching one eyebrow when he makes the remark, stoking his natural curiosity further.
He waits! Though, he is not able to suppress a shiver from when Hansa let his own brief touch wander - and then, afterwards, his gaze is intent as the other man divests himself of his attire. The top being taken off and showing off where metal is laid upon his body in lieu of proper skin.
Anaxagoras can't help but reach out to let his fingers touch the material, from the abdomen, to the chest, and also eventually to his shoulders as well as arms. His gaze is filled with fascination, immense appreciation, and wonder. ]
Oh no, I suppose not.
[ Then, his lips curl upwards, as he angles his head downward to press his lips against where the man's heart should lay if it were situated normally - against the metal plate. He cares not how different it feels from the usual, warm skin; he then also pulls back, smile still on his face, albeit more gentle, clear as day. Just so the other man can see it too.
...Before then he lays his head against Hansa. ]
Coincidentally, there is much for myself to love and appreciate and to show in actions that shall be remembered in history itself.
Yes, to be able to witness the evidence behind the strength of the arms I've been held within multiple times is exciting in a way beyond words.
Know it well, Hansa. A physical, tangible mark doesn't have to be engraved upon you to provide as irrefutable proof of the sentiments I have for you.
[ He believes that the man may have concerns that the feeling or appearance of metal may be lacking. But, to Anaxagoras, it is exciting and loveable, just as much as the rest of him. ]
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[And here, a half-god is alighting a divine touch upon consecrated metal. At least he can feel it, and the sensations are brief but intense all the same. And in the midst of it is a beautiful smile, and a weight of a head against this changed chest of his. He is warm. He might be mostly machinery now, but he still is hot-blooded all the same.]
In history itself? You really make me feel you'll write a legend with our names in it.
[His hand drifts to thread through the man's hair, fingers finding the little clasp where he's pulled it back. He wants to see the man's lovely green strands loose and free.]
...I know it doesn't have to be engraved on me. [About the physical marks. He appreciates what he says, though, kissing the top of his scalp with some pleased embarrassment. He loves him all the same. What a beautiful thing to feel.] I just do like when you bite me, that's all.