Liir Thropp (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
friendofdorothy) wrote2015-05-09 02:57 am
friendofdorothy) wrote2015-05-09 02:57 am
with whatsatisfies me, continued from XI log
Liir had been determined to extract a promise to end his isolation from Gilbert at the time. If he'd kissed him he'd have been rewarding that behavior. He didn't have such a problem anymore. He closed his eyes when Gilbert's lips opened against his and...
...he was small and scared and someone was doing something to him that he wished would stop. That was all he could glean from the conversation and the remembered feelings, besides the non, non, as he spoke little French. Liir is truly disturbed for the first time in a while. Perhaps more than his memories of Bandar.
He comes out of it shaken, does his best to compose himself, which is pretty good. The boy he was metamorphisizes into the young man pressed against him.
"Sorry. It's...been a while."
...he was small and scared and someone was doing something to him that he wished would stop. That was all he could glean from the conversation and the remembered feelings, besides the non, non, as he spoke little French. Liir is truly disturbed for the first time in a while. Perhaps more than his memories of Bandar.
He comes out of it shaken, does his best to compose himself, which is pretty good. The boy he was metamorphisizes into the young man pressed against him.
"Sorry. It's...been a while."
no subject
Once he dispenses with playing demure, Gilbert does not beat around the bush much. He's forgotten about the rest of the student body milling around on the lawn, off away from them, in favor of watching Liir and twining his fingers around his free hand.
This is as agreeable as anyone at the Institute is likely ever to see him.
"Wherever you like is fine."
thread that out too or fade to black?
"...Yours. My roommate would be...a bit of a wet blanket." Coming from Liir, that's saying something.
Fade to black's fine!
"Mine has hardly even been around, this past week."
And with that, he turns and begins leading Liir away from the festivities, drawing him around the side of the Mansion in the dark. It's a longer route back to the dorms than cutting back through the prom, but it gives him cover to begin undoing the buttons on Liir's jacket as they go.
"Come on, then."
His memories, at least, keep politely to themselves for the rest of the night.