That arch tone, piercing dark eyes that tracked him unblinking and missed nothing--the same. Breath and words made patterns on his skin, drew in hot between the lines. Drew a flush of green to the surface; telling, telling even when he stood absolutely still.
"No." His voice was remarkably steady. Nothing like his pulse. He leaned; their foreheads were nearly touching. "Other constants are in flux that--"
He really did talk too much. And if he'd heard it once, he'd heard it far too often: geometry functioned best as an applied science.
He brushed a drift of hair from beside Nero's face, instead, fingers tracing the shell of an ear behind it, tucking silk to rest.
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Re: Oh Hell No.
Date: 2010-03-09 11:59 pm (UTC)"No." His voice was remarkably steady. Nothing like his pulse. He leaned; their foreheads were nearly touching. "Other constants are in flux that--"
He really did talk too much. And if he'd heard it once, he'd heard it far too often: geometry functioned best as an applied science.
He brushed a drift of hair from beside Nero's face, instead, fingers tracing the shell of an ear behind it, tucking silk to rest.