[ Though Percival doesn't know what to expect from giving in to that foreign yet overpowering urge. But he certainly doesn't expect the odd gentleness that follows. It catches him enough off guard that he doesn't respond with so much confidence, at least not initially. The tension in his shoulders eventually eases, and he yields somewhat. The tight grip on the other's collar also loosens.
Something else that he doesn't foresee is how much he finds himself yearning for Koltira's... whatever it is. What is this energy? He knows that the other man has a specialty in some sort of frost magic, but this is different. Being the Lord of Flames, Percival runs noticeably warmer than the average human, yes, but there's something about Koltira's touch and taste that contrasts in a way that is both oddly calming yet energizing.
He finds himself relaxing, at least for those few moments, enough so that his lips part and he returns the gesture. Shyly, initially, then with a flicker of his tongue.
Eventually, he pulls away, and though a part of his mind immediately misses the contact, but with the desire fulfilled, the haze begins to lift, and he begins to sober.
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Something else that he doesn't foresee is how much he finds himself yearning for Koltira's... whatever it is. What is this energy? He knows that the other man has a specialty in some sort of frost magic, but this is different. Being the Lord of Flames, Percival runs noticeably warmer than the average human, yes, but there's something about Koltira's touch and taste that contrasts in a way that is both oddly calming yet energizing.
He finds himself relaxing, at least for those few moments, enough so that his lips part and he returns the gesture. Shyly, initially, then with a flicker of his tongue.
Eventually, he pulls away, and though a part of his mind immediately misses the contact, but with the desire fulfilled, the haze begins to lift, and he begins to sober.
It is very likely the eye of the storm. ]