[Every kiss broke something in him- not his heart. For his heart to break for Isaac right now was to pity him, and while he feels many conflicting things for the forgemaster Pity is, and never will be, one of them.]
...when you die. When you are brought back? You lose something. I did not respond because it would be an act. I could, I suppose, I know the motions well enough to mimic desire and passion but. I feel neither.
[It's a tentative gesture, when he reaches up to tilt Isaac's face back in his direction. Gentle and tender and everything that Isaac had poured into every kiss that went without reciprocation. His hands can do what his lips cannot. They can smooth away pain and offer comfort. Warmth. Assurance.]
When I returned to life I lost my desire. I feel no stirrings of lust or passion. I do not wish for it. I do not dislike it but I just...do not have it in me to respond as I would normally. A cruel thing to take, I should think.
[Passion he cannot offer, for he does not feel it. But what he can do, and what he does is lean up to press his lips to Isaac's in a slow, close mouthed and incredibly chaste display of affection. There is no gritting bite or clawing of hands, no delving and devilish tongue. It's almost juvenile. It's far more pure than anything he'd ever offered the man before. Slight physical contact and nothing more than sentiment. Such sentiment- for he does feel something. How could he not?
Zev falls back onto his heels and presses a second chaste kiss to Isaac's cheek before taking a half step back. His lips were warm and bruised, he knew. Well ravished as he would normally say. But it isn't in him to say such things.]
I am sorry I am not what you want me to be. But I am your friend. I know you did not intend what happened before, and I know you hold me and mine no ill will.
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[Every kiss broke something in him- not his heart. For his heart to break for Isaac right now was to pity him, and while he feels many conflicting things for the forgemaster Pity is, and never will be, one of them.]
...when you die. When you are brought back? You lose something. I did not respond because it would be an act. I could, I suppose, I know the motions well enough to mimic desire and passion but. I feel neither.
[It's a tentative gesture, when he reaches up to tilt Isaac's face back in his direction. Gentle and tender and everything that Isaac had poured into every kiss that went without reciprocation. His hands can do what his lips cannot. They can smooth away pain and offer comfort. Warmth. Assurance.]
When I returned to life I lost my desire. I feel no stirrings of lust or passion. I do not wish for it. I do not dislike it but I just...do not have it in me to respond as I would normally. A cruel thing to take, I should think.
[Passion he cannot offer, for he does not feel it. But what he can do, and what he does is lean up to press his lips to Isaac's in a slow, close mouthed and incredibly chaste display of affection. There is no gritting bite or clawing of hands, no delving and devilish tongue. It's almost juvenile. It's far more pure than anything he'd ever offered the man before. Slight physical contact and nothing more than sentiment. Such sentiment- for he does feel something. How could he not?
Zev falls back onto his heels and presses a second chaste kiss to Isaac's cheek before taking a half step back. His lips were warm and bruised, he knew. Well ravished as he would normally say. But it isn't in him to say such things.]
I am sorry I am not what you want me to be. But I am your friend. I know you did not intend what happened before, and I know you hold me and mine no ill will.