(Even after all they had experienced together over the years; it was moments like this that shook him to his core. He knew he could easily stop everything. He knew that he could over-power Pantalone. Who would win in a physical altercation between the two of them was never a question. Dottore could kill him and make it look like the most effortless of feats. But he never would. And just knowing that is what terrified Dottore the most.
That fear was addicting. It was the one thing he couldn't experience on his own.)
When I'm not asking for it is when I'll be looking forward to it the most. It's how I'll know you are acting solely because you want to. Completely unbridled from my influence or demands.
(Who was truly more selfish between the two of them is a question that will never have an answer. How greedy must a man be to crave everything another person has to offer; that person's own greed included. To own someone in their entirety was to welcome every dark, depraved, and sinister thought that they had and to not stop demanding more until it was impossible to determine where one's existence ended and the others began.
He kept his eyes closed as felt the mask being slipped from his face was a reverence he thought of as being far too gentle for someone like himself. It wasn't until he heard him speak again that he finally opened his eyes and looked up.)
More often; but still only within your presence alone, yes? A curious thought. Though, if I was to do that, what would stop me from roaming too far? Who's to say that I wouldn't stray from your sight? Perhaps even wander out to where the others all gather?
(His expression remains neutral as their eyes finally meet. Dottore would far sooner stand in the nude in front of people rather than show them his full face. To him, a person's eyes are a window to their soul. They are honest without choice; where-as one's mouth can freely spew whatever sort of nonsense it wishes. He knows exactly what he is doing by merely teasing the threat of allowing others to see him in a way that has always been reserved strictly for Pantalone.)
( There are times Pantalone would pay an organ or two just to infiltrate that mind of his. Whenever Dottore goes silent, another world of wonder rips into existence. Perhaps this is why Pantalone likes admiring the shine in his eyes, his pupils or the way they move. While their physical strengths differ, Pantalone makes up for it by seeing through his most human element. The "flaws" Dottore constantly tries to escape from or destroy.
Even when his eyes remain closed momentarily, he can still see the way those eyelids show signs of life. Small nerves keeping them shut and looking so vulnerable. He tilts his head a little, feeling a smile creep until their gazes finally meet. As close as they are, as similar as they are, Pantalone still feels like they could slip away from each other without a moment's notice.
The others have surely met the other Segments at some point. The youngest Segments show themselves but this one is different. He's the one he feels closest to ever since he met him all those years ago. He lets out a soft laugh, pitying himself. )
You wouldn't do that in a million years.
( He shifts so their sides press tighter together. It's a smooth opportunity to lace his arm around his shoulders, leaving it to rest there. )
Heh, first off, that would make me furious and second: it would be like you're rewarding the people who detest you with the experience of a reasonably real side of you. There's no reason why you should give them that privilege for free.
( Even now, Pantalone still gave up his own vulnerability in exchange for Dottore's gaze. The truth of that jealousy would eat him alive and then wage war on him if Dottore did share something so sacred with the others. This kind of honesty is more valuable than mora. )
(His younger segments all showed their faces freely without any care or consequence. The segment he embodied, the one that commemorated his 35th year of existence; he was the first to dawn the mask at all times. So what changed during the years that lied between his segment and the one aged directly below him? What knowledge or perspective did he gain that drove him to the conclusion of hiding his face as being the imperative answer?
The shift in posture and proximity renders him momentarily rigid out of instinct. Much akin to manually imputing data; he has to remind himself that this is okay and was essentially what he had agreed to by allowing the situation to progress in the manner which it has. They needed this. He wanted this. Even though his own self-hatred flourished over the thought of him indulging in behavior that was so distinctively human. A few moments later; he physically relaxed and leaned back against the cushions. Accepting his affection without comment or further reaction.
They both knew that Dottore would never show his face publicly. Especially not amongst the ranks of their fellow harbingers. Though the idea of experiencing Pantalone's jealousy induced wrath at that caliber was an enthralling temptation. But just because they both knew the truth; it didn't mean that taunting him with the idea was any less entertaining.)
Everything comes at a price, does it not? Who's to say that it wouldn't be worth it if it meant evoking such a rapacious reaction from you?
(The ghost of a smile flickered across his face. Most people would tease others with playful jabs or harmless jokes. Dottore preferred to tease with declarations of war or threats of a nuclear magnitude. Especially during times like this when he felt the most vulnerable and exposed.
No matter what he said; he would never even consider sharing a moment like this with anyone else. Nor could he tolerate the notion of Pantalone doing the same with anyone other than himself; his other segments included.)
Keep the mask off hmm? And what's in it for me if I agree to such a acquisitive request?
What you're describing now is a mere consequence that would not bode well for you. Not a price.
( His smile lightens the words with an air of humor, despite the real threat beckoning to be released from deep in his heart. After a second or two of feeling Dottore's shoulders ease against the couch, so too does Pantalone's smile.
Surely, there are many people in the crowds of the city who wonder what kind of lives Harbingers live. For such people, Pantalone is an impossible reach. In their eyes, he's no longer a person they can simply talk to, but the system that makes the entire country tick like a clockwork.
Yet even he is partial to the touch of another and the warmth of a body. Crowding Dottore like this is always some gamble, but they don't need the after party games the other people throw. Instead, they take and wrench them into their own. His eyes fall down to the hint of that smile because for once, every muscle necessary to form it can be seen in full. )
But let me think... For starters, it would be a lot easier to kiss you, if you keep your mask off.
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That fear was addicting. It was the one thing he couldn't experience on his own.)
When I'm not asking for it is when I'll be looking forward to it the most. It's how I'll know you are acting solely because you want to. Completely unbridled from my influence or demands.
(Who was truly more selfish between the two of them is a question that will never have an answer. How greedy must a man be to crave everything another person has to offer; that person's own greed included. To own someone in their entirety was to welcome every dark, depraved, and sinister thought that they had and to not stop demanding more until it was impossible to determine where one's existence ended and the others began.
He kept his eyes closed as felt the mask being slipped from his face was a reverence he thought of as being far too gentle for someone like himself. It wasn't until he heard him speak again that he finally opened his eyes and looked up.)
More often; but still only within your presence alone, yes? A curious thought. Though, if I was to do that, what would stop me from roaming too far? Who's to say that I wouldn't stray from your sight? Perhaps even wander out to where the others all gather?
(His expression remains neutral as their eyes finally meet. Dottore would far sooner stand in the nude in front of people rather than show them his full face. To him, a person's eyes are a window to their soul. They are honest without choice; where-as one's mouth can freely spew whatever sort of nonsense it wishes.
He knows exactly what he is doing by merely teasing the threat of allowing others to see him in a way that has always been reserved strictly for Pantalone.)
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Even when his eyes remain closed momentarily, he can still see the way those eyelids show signs of life. Small nerves keeping them shut and looking so vulnerable. He tilts his head a little, feeling a smile creep until their gazes finally meet. As close as they are, as similar as they are, Pantalone still feels like they could slip away from each other without a moment's notice.
The others have surely met the other Segments at some point. The youngest Segments show themselves but this one is different. He's the one he feels closest to ever since he met him all those years ago. He lets out a soft laugh, pitying himself. )
You wouldn't do that in a million years.
( He shifts so their sides press tighter together. It's a smooth opportunity to lace his arm around his shoulders, leaving it to rest there. )
Heh, first off, that would make me furious and second: it would be like you're rewarding the people who detest you with the experience of a reasonably real side of you. There's no reason why you should give them that privilege for free.
( Even now, Pantalone still gave up his own vulnerability in exchange for Dottore's gaze. The truth of that jealousy would eat him alive and then wage war on him if Dottore did share something so sacred with the others. This kind of honesty is more valuable than mora. )
So keep the mask off, yes? I want to indulge.
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The shift in posture and proximity renders him momentarily rigid out of instinct. Much akin to manually imputing data; he has to remind himself that this is okay and was essentially what he had agreed to by allowing the situation to progress in the manner which it has. They needed this. He wanted this. Even though his own self-hatred flourished over the thought of him indulging in behavior that was so distinctively human. A few moments later; he physically relaxed and leaned back against the cushions. Accepting his affection without comment or further reaction.
They both knew that Dottore would never show his face publicly. Especially not amongst the ranks of their fellow harbingers. Though the idea of experiencing Pantalone's jealousy induced wrath at that caliber was an enthralling temptation. But just because they both knew the truth; it didn't mean that taunting him with the idea was any less entertaining.)
Everything comes at a price, does it not? Who's to say that it wouldn't be worth it if it meant evoking such a rapacious reaction from you?
(The ghost of a smile flickered across his face. Most people would tease others with playful jabs or harmless jokes. Dottore preferred to tease with declarations of war or threats of a nuclear magnitude. Especially during times like this when he felt the most vulnerable and exposed.
No matter what he said; he would never even consider sharing a moment like this with anyone else. Nor could he tolerate the notion of Pantalone doing the same with anyone other than himself; his other segments included.)
Keep the mask off hmm? And what's in it for me if I agree to such a acquisitive request?
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( His smile lightens the words with an air of humor, despite the real threat beckoning to be released from deep in his heart. After a second or two of feeling Dottore's shoulders ease against the couch, so too does Pantalone's smile.
Surely, there are many people in the crowds of the city who wonder what kind of lives Harbingers live. For such people, Pantalone is an impossible reach. In their eyes, he's no longer a person they can simply talk to, but the system that makes the entire country tick like a clockwork.
Yet even he is partial to the touch of another and the warmth of a body. Crowding Dottore like this is always some gamble, but they don't need the after party games the other people throw. Instead, they take and wrench them into their own. His eyes fall down to the hint of that smile because for once, every muscle necessary to form it can be seen in full. )
But let me think... For starters, it would be a lot easier to kiss you, if you keep your mask off.