(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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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.