[Iggy pops two of John's fingers in his mouth at once. Sucks. Drags his clever tongue over each digit until they're spit slick. Iggy opens his mouth then, withdraws just enough to look John in the eyes.
Beautiful eyes. Inhuman.]
I know you.
[He can't. But part of him does anyway. He is a man whose soul has never been properly anchored, and to whom odd fragments of memory (not always his own) occur to frequently.
Iggy doesn't know this man, but his eyes remind him that he loves him. Will always love him.
Iggy puts John's fingers back in his mouth and bites down at the first knuckles. No fangs here - any sharpness is just from not having a dedicated orthodontist as a kid.
John's fingers taste, he thinks, like cream and jam. He pulls back, chewing, expression ecstatic. He studies John's hand, now down two fingertips.
Iggy smiles, bright as the summer sun.]
May I kiss you? And would you like to eat me at all?
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Beautiful eyes. Inhuman.]
I know you.
[He can't. But part of him does anyway. He is a man whose soul has never been properly anchored, and to whom odd fragments of memory (not always his own) occur to frequently.
Iggy doesn't know this man, but his eyes remind him that he loves him. Will always love him.
Iggy puts John's fingers back in his mouth and bites down at the first knuckles. No fangs here - any sharpness is just from not having a dedicated orthodontist as a kid.
John's fingers taste, he thinks, like cream and jam. He pulls back, chewing, expression ecstatic. He studies John's hand, now down two fingertips.
Iggy smiles, bright as the summer sun.]
May I kiss you? And would you like to eat me at all?