[ That quickened heartbeat was very distracting to him, it was like a heavy call that pulled him with such primal spellwork. It was instinctual how he felt, the soft touch of fingers that almost felt like a brand. His. His beautiful lover come back to him and yet for all that, Essek could not quite believe that this man was his, did not even realize that even right now, if he crooked a finger.
If he gave even the slightest nod of interest, that this man would fall willingly at his feet.
After a hundred so years, it was hard to believe that something could be so uncomplicated and thus he was wary of it. Even as his cool thumb brushed that lower lip almost by accident, how warm and plush it felt to his cool skin-- like a searing fever. His husband had always felt like a delicious hearth fire to him, he'd always gravitated toward that warmth, and he had not precisely appreciated that until he'd held his husband's body in his arms with the temperature cooling to a state that was not unfamiliar to his own form.
Hand shifted, palm then pressed Bren's head to face the other direction and he started on the other side. If Bren looked at himself in the mirror, he would see one side of his face clear, the other still lathered and ready to be liberated from it's coccoon. ]
I am starting to see a very attractive man in there; it appears your transformation is almost complete-- not that I mind facial hair, just-- that was a little bit out of control there. You should find it far easier to maintain now.
[ Though if Essek could make a highly educated guess, he'd imagine that this man would likely miss spots and need someone to go over it with a fine toothed comb. Only due to the experience of that one spot that was always neglected, and he rather thought after a fraction of time, it had been decidedly on purpose that it had been ]
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If he gave even the slightest nod of interest, that this man would fall willingly at his feet.
After a hundred so years, it was hard to believe that something could be so uncomplicated and thus he was wary of it. Even as his cool thumb brushed that lower lip almost by accident, how warm and plush it felt to his cool skin-- like a searing fever. His husband had always felt like a delicious hearth fire to him, he'd always gravitated toward that warmth, and he had not precisely appreciated that until he'd held his husband's body in his arms with the temperature cooling to a state that was not unfamiliar to his own form.
Hand shifted, palm then pressed Bren's head to face the other direction and he started on the other side. If Bren looked at himself in the mirror, he would see one side of his face clear, the other still lathered and ready to be liberated from it's coccoon. ]
I am starting to see a very attractive man in there; it appears your transformation is almost complete-- not that I mind facial hair, just-- that was a little bit out of control there. You should find it far easier to maintain now.
[ Though if Essek could make a highly educated guess, he'd imagine that this man would likely miss spots and need someone to go over it with a fine toothed comb. Only due to the experience of that one spot that was always neglected, and he rather thought after a fraction of time, it had been decidedly on purpose that it had been ]