Dark eyes stare mutely up at Grey, Midnight's face both strained and just a bit confused as he leans back against a 'wall' of their shelter. His skin prickles all over but he stubbornly ignores it and how he's now covered in a fine sheen of sweat, hair sticking to his face and neck as he shakes his head, staring down at his feet.
How does he explain to Grey how the magic is pulsing in his veins, wanting some way to get out, but at the same time, it now terrifies him? He'd always known to some degree that his particular branch of magic could cause harm... he'd just never done it, beyond accidentally calling in the storm that had destroyed his last 'owner's' ship.
Now, as much as he wants to grab Grey, to slide into his lap and lick his way into that stern mouth, he's too aware of how dangerous he is. How Grey had been so right to be so wary of him. Not only that, but Grey had admitted to him, less than a day ago, that he didn't just jump into casual sex.
The mage lets out a dry, bitter little chuckle and hangs his head before dropping it back, turning his gaze out of their shelter to the darkening skies. "I'm a pretty shit liar, so I won't bother pretending I don't want to ride you like a pony. But you don't do casual sex. You said so yourself. And you hate magic."
His eyes slip over to Grey's face, his smile humorless as he shrugs and continues, "If we fucked, now? I don't know what my magic will do, and after... what happened earlier, not sure it's a good idea to risk it."
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How does he explain to Grey how the magic is pulsing in his veins, wanting some way to get out, but at the same time, it now terrifies him? He'd always known to some degree that his particular branch of magic could cause harm... he'd just never done it, beyond accidentally calling in the storm that had destroyed his last 'owner's' ship.
Now, as much as he wants to grab Grey, to slide into his lap and lick his way into that stern mouth, he's too aware of how dangerous he is. How Grey had been so right to be so wary of him. Not only that, but Grey had admitted to him, less than a day ago, that he didn't just jump into casual sex.
The mage lets out a dry, bitter little chuckle and hangs his head before dropping it back, turning his gaze out of their shelter to the darkening skies. "I'm a pretty shit liar, so I won't bother pretending I don't want to ride you like a pony. But you don't do casual sex. You said so yourself. And you hate magic."
His eyes slip over to Grey's face, his smile humorless as he shrugs and continues, "If we fucked, now? I don't know what my magic will do, and after... what happened earlier, not sure it's a good idea to risk it."