[ kuya's gaze is slow, calculating. it drags like claws over every piece of skin that's slowly bared to him. one brow rises to a fine arch, mouth twisting into a half-smile behind the lip of his teacup while olivine reveals himself. the piercings are a pleasant surprise. comely, in an infuriating way that kuya isn't immediately expecting. it seems to be a running theme with the priest, taking him off-guard like this. how intriguing; that hasn't happened in ages. so if kuya leans forward for a better look, sly eyes sharp, fingers steepling at either side of his cup? olivine will just have to consider that kuya's god-given right. ]
Well, look at this. [ kuya's tone pitches lush and full in the wake of a quiet -- if slightly sinister -- chuckle. ] His Holiness, more holey than anticipated.
[ what a terrible pun. but kuya's shoulders are still shaking with silent laughter when he reaches between them to take back the pipe for another drag. . ]
Did you do this to yourself? How decorative. Do you embed gems into your chapel walls as well? Shall we make your body like a temple?
[ the chain hangs between olivine's piercings so delicately. deliciously. kuya could wind that chain around his claws. he could pull it tight until olivine's beautiful eyes are brimming with tears. he could let out the slack too slowly for any bit of relief to register. after olivine's explanation -- their little bout of mutual waxing philosophical -- the possibilities are limitless. ]
Pain into pleasure, and pleasure into salvation. Hmm~ [ kuya sucks one more breath from the pipe before passing it to olivine again. ] I think I know exactly how to handle you, Your Holiness. But, since you were kind enough to show me yours, I suppose I can show you mine as well.
[ mutual trust is their goal here, after all. or the illusion of it, at the very least (and insofar as kuya trusts anyone). there's no ceremony to it, nothing extravagant to announce the change. one moment, kuya looks exactly as olivine is accustomed to seeing him; the next, he's sporting two long fox ears, and a large tail curled around the front of his tucked legs. ]
The real question is, how shall I handle you first? I need to know what lines you won't cross so that I can shove you right up against them.
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Well, look at this. [ kuya's tone pitches lush and full in the wake of a quiet -- if slightly sinister -- chuckle. ] His Holiness, more holey than anticipated.
[ what a terrible pun. but kuya's shoulders are still shaking with silent laughter when he reaches between them to take back the pipe for another drag. . ]
Did you do this to yourself? How decorative. Do you embed gems into your chapel walls as well? Shall we make your body like a temple?
[ the chain hangs between olivine's piercings so delicately. deliciously. kuya could wind that chain around his claws. he could pull it tight until olivine's beautiful eyes are brimming with tears. he could let out the slack too slowly for any bit of relief to register. after olivine's explanation -- their little bout of mutual waxing philosophical -- the possibilities are limitless. ]
Pain into pleasure, and pleasure into salvation. Hmm~ [ kuya sucks one more breath from the pipe before passing it to olivine again. ] I think I know exactly how to handle you, Your Holiness. But, since you were kind enough to show me yours, I suppose I can show you mine as well.
[ mutual trust is their goal here, after all. or the illusion of it, at the very least (and insofar as kuya trusts anyone). there's no ceremony to it, nothing extravagant to announce the change. one moment, kuya looks exactly as olivine is accustomed to seeing him; the next, he's sporting two long fox ears, and a large tail curled around the front of his tucked legs. ]
The real question is, how shall I handle you first? I need to know what lines you won't cross so that I can shove you right up against them.