Hmm? What are you doing? Don’t take another step further, else--!
[ But it’s already too late, because as soon as he feels Koltira within the vicinity of his personal space, the urge to draw even closer becomes undeniable. It’s not that he considers the other man a threat, though he has seen a glimpse of what he’s capable of, that day against the river monster. Somehow, him drawing closer is much more alarming than someone who would approach him with pure malice.
He does know what Koltira is getting at, because his blood courses faster and faster, and he feels his face flush red with a mixture of momentary elation and unease. ]
Get on with it, then.
[ But he’s not going to wait, either, and since Koltira seems just fine foregoing gentleness, he grabs ahold of his collar and bridges the distance between their lips. ]
[ Koltira doesn't want this, but--at the same time--he really does. He craves warmth constantly, magic or no magic. His cold body aches for life, even as it repulses him; the tension between this yearning and this disgust is excruciating, and that pain is only amplified by the compulsion pushing him forward. He grips Percival's shoulders, none too kindly, and growls low in his throat. ]
This is not my doing.
[ And then, the kiss: cool, yes, but softer than one might expect. He kisses like he's done this before, albeit not for a while. Unsure at first, and then with more confidence--solely because he stops thinking about it, solely because he's able to silence his own shame for a few precious moments. He pulls on Percy's lower lip, just enough, and his tongue skates across the other man's teeth--but no further than that.
He draws back as soon as he feels the magic settle, satisfied by his obedience. Soon, horror will wash over him. But for now, for the last bit of those stolen seconds, he just shuts his eyes and holds on to the warmth. ]
[ 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.
[ Koltira would be heaving, had he the capacity. As it stands, he just staggers back, clutching at his chest, his eyes wide with a quick dawning horror. The magic, now satisfied, fizzles as fast as it rose, and Koltira is miserable in its wake. ]
I did ... I did not want to --
[ He looks away, his ears low in shame, his voice rough and thick. ]
[ It isn't the act that leaves Percival mortified, but the idea that he'd been so attracted to the very notion of kissing Koltira in particular. Nothing against the man, Percival's opinion was largely indifferent as it stood, but he is a near stranger.
He can still feel some remnants of the magic tingling against his lower lip, and he hardly realizes he's touching it.
Color rises rapidly to his face again as Koltira speaks. ] No. Of course not! Why would I, or you-- Why would we?!
[ All it takes is a quick look around to see others falling for the very trap for Percival to realize something magical is at work here. His face contorts into a mixture of humiliation and anger. ]
[ He just gives death threats as easily as breathing it's fine.
The fact that Koltira is able to stay relatively calm (if not equally dismayed) helps his own temper. ]
Of course. Aren't you aware of how much the Olympian people enjoy this sort of thing? [ The concept of people being... drawn together. Most of the time, to do more than just share a kiss. ]
I would be especially wary of anything you consume.
[ Though, does Koltira even eat? The thought makes him think back to the sensation he'd felt just now. ]
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koltira - dec 2017
Hmm? What are you doing? Don’t take another step further, else--!
[ But it’s already too late, because as soon as he feels Koltira within the vicinity of his personal space, the urge to draw even closer becomes undeniable. It’s not that he considers the other man a threat, though he has seen a glimpse of what he’s capable of, that day against the river monster. Somehow, him drawing closer is much more alarming than someone who would approach him with pure malice.
He does know what Koltira is getting at, because his blood courses faster and faster, and he feels his face flush red with a mixture of momentary elation and unease. ]
Get on with it, then.
[ But he’s not going to wait, either, and since Koltira seems just fine foregoing gentleness, he grabs ahold of his collar and bridges the distance between their lips. ]
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This is not my doing.
[ And then, the kiss: cool, yes, but softer than one might expect. He kisses like he's done this before, albeit not for a while. Unsure at first, and then with more confidence--solely because he stops thinking about it, solely because he's able to silence his own shame for a few precious moments. He pulls on Percy's lower lip, just enough, and his tongue skates across the other man's teeth--but no further than that.
He draws back as soon as he feels the magic settle, satisfied by his obedience. Soon, horror will wash over him. But for now, for the last bit of those stolen seconds, he just shuts his eyes and holds on to the warmth. ]
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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. ]
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I did ... I did not want to --
[ He looks away, his ears low in shame, his voice rough and thick. ]
My apologies.
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He can still feel some remnants of the magic tingling against his lower lip, and he hardly realizes he's touching it.
Color rises rapidly to his face again as Koltira speaks. ] No. Of course not! Why would I, or you-- Why would we?!
[ All it takes is a quick look around to see others falling for the very trap for Percival to realize something magical is at work here. His face contorts into a mixture of humiliation and anger. ]
Someone will die for this.
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And who do you suppose that would be? Our hosts?
[ Koltira's just as miserable about the whole thing--more so, even--but even his bloodthirsty heart can't see the logic in that declaration. ]
If anything, it is simply all the more reason not to trust these foolish kingdoms.
[ Olympia especially. ]
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The fact that Koltira is able to stay relatively calm (if not equally dismayed) helps his own temper. ]
Of course. Aren't you aware of how much the Olympian people enjoy this sort of thing? [ The concept of people being... drawn together. Most of the time, to do more than just share a kiss. ]
I would be especially wary of anything you consume.
[ Though, does Koltira even eat? The thought makes him think back to the sensation he'd felt just now. ]
What sort of creature are you, exactly?
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I do not consume.
[ Not food, anyway.
As to what he is, he just shrugs, again internally surprised that he is not instantly marked for what he is. ]
You cannot tell?
[ He forces an unnatural exhale, and frost lingers in the air, crystallizing, then melting away. ]
I am of winter, and the grave.