[He almost thinks he doesn't deserve these soft touches. It's a silly thought, he knows. But this body wasn't made to be bared, or carressed, or kissed. It was made for one thing only: to kill. To execute the will of God.]
[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.
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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.