[ The way Matt reacts to his strong touch gets Marazhai to murmur out a sound that matches. It’s low and velvety, a simple: ]
Promising.
[ As if there were promise to be found from…? Well, he’s not sure what this all is. It’s no trickery of the Warp or Chaos, but he’ll take a pleasant surprise when it’s found. Questioning it can come after indulgence. He tilts his head very slightly up, like he’s obediently presenting himself.
And a burn may not be as intense as some Drukhari instruments in how it lights up his nerves, but it’s not always the sheer intensity that matters. He gasps at the contact as soon as it sears into his flesh, but it’s the contact with his ear that turns the gasp sharper and of a distinctly different timbre. He closes his eyes, but it’s still possible to see how they flutter underneath the lids.
It’s the sort of pain that’s bliss. Transcendental. A fear and a desire being satisfied simultaneously.
He rides the high of it for what seems like too long to possibly enjoy, even if in truth it’s only a short few seconds. Marazhai lets him know when it’s enough by tilting his head away from the touch, even if it digs the thorn in the process. ]
Ha— And I was concerned I would have to gut someone just for a little pleasure. [ red flag… ignore that. ] Not bad, mon-keigh.
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Promising.
[ As if there were promise to be found from…? Well, he’s not sure what this all is. It’s no trickery of the Warp or Chaos, but he’ll take a pleasant surprise when it’s found. Questioning it can come after indulgence. He tilts his head very slightly up, like he’s obediently presenting himself.
And a burn may not be as intense as some Drukhari instruments in how it lights up his nerves, but it’s not always the sheer intensity that matters. He gasps at the contact as soon as it sears into his flesh, but it’s the contact with his ear that turns the gasp sharper and of a distinctly different timbre. He closes his eyes, but it’s still possible to see how they flutter underneath the lids.
It’s the sort of pain that’s bliss. Transcendental. A fear and a desire being satisfied simultaneously.
He rides the high of it for what seems like too long to possibly enjoy, even if in truth it’s only a short few seconds. Marazhai lets him know when it’s enough by tilting his head away from the touch, even if it digs the thorn in the process. ]
Ha— And I was concerned I would have to gut someone just for a little pleasure. [ red flag… ignore that. ] Not bad, mon-keigh.