[Mmmmmmmm. His lips part a fraction, drawing in a slow breath at the care inherent in the touch.]
I did feel something. Difficult to say whether it was real, or merely a powerful memory. Having not observed any ill effects yet today, I was ready to assume it was the latter.
No pushing yourself, then, until you can tell for sure. Where?
[he keeps his hand where it is; he doesn't want to press on the bruise, but he does move his hand to feel around it, applying gentle pressure to make sure nothing seems to be fractured or otherwise damaged.]
[Oh. Well. Not that he's one to invite being fussed over, necessarily, but there's something familiar in the way Ryn does it. The way he can almost imagine a tender art thou in need of healing offered up alongside it. There's no cool wash of healing aether, only dry skin against his own damp limbs, but he could call up the memory of it if he tried.
The fact that his pulse has quickened a bit probably doesn't have anything to do with an erratic heartbeat, however.]
You're welcome to check me over more thoroughly, if you're so inclined.
[the way he says it, it's hard to tell whether that's a serious medical offer or not.]
[rynlan meets it easily, keeping hold of the collar around thancred's neck to ensure he stays close; this part, this is easy. he knows thancred's good, can just-- enjoy this, for a minute, without much else on his mind.
when he leans back to breathe, though, he murmurs-]
...I do have ground rules. If you want more than this, I mean.
[He's smiling still, in that sort of rakish playful way, but even behind his half-lidded eyes there's an alertness in his gaze. Whatever follows next, he's clearly going to afford it the gravity it deserves.]
[he's toying with the collar, a bit, as he speaks.]
I don't like being looked at too closely. Usually prefer the lights out, but it's not necessary, just-- no commentary on my looks if I'm not dressed. No touching anywhere that I haven't agreed to, and don't linger on it too much when you do.
Just using each other for mutual satisfaction, then?
[His finger looses from Ryn's collar in turn, coming up to run his knuckle down the line of his jaw instead.]
I've no objection to that, strictly speaking, but I prefer my partners willing and enthusiastic. If you'd rather I didn't seek your reactions by expressing my admiration, you'll need to meet me in the middle some other way. Your thoughts?
[it's hard to explain. not in the sense that it's difficult, but that it's hard to say any of the reasons outright.
his head tilts slightly into thancred's hand, at least.]
I don't mean to imply unwillingness. But there's more to my condition than just my leg. I prefer not to... [what are the best words, for this.] To feel exposed.
Good. Then once I've been sufficiently stripped of my sight, you can feel reassured that all of my proclamations of your beauty will be driven entirely by personally-serving ulterior motives.
[He got a smirk; why not try for an outright laugh? Might as well.]
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Not enough to rattle out of place, I hope.
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I did feel something. Difficult to say whether it was real, or merely a powerful memory. Having not observed any ill effects yet today, I was ready to assume it was the latter.
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[he keeps his hand where it is; he doesn't want to press on the bruise, but he does move his hand to feel around it, applying gentle pressure to make sure nothing seems to be fractured or otherwise damaged.]
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[He's breathing slowly, more shallow than deep, but the plane of his chest still swells and recedes with air every time he draws in and releases it.]
Pressure to the center, and an ache around the heart.
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[he removes his gloves, then rests his hand flat over his heart, taking the other to press a thumb against his wrist. one more quick check.]
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The fact that his pulse has quickened a bit probably doesn't have anything to do with an erratic heartbeat, however.]
You're welcome to check me over more thoroughly, if you're so inclined.
[the way he says it, it's hard to tell whether that's a serious medical offer or not.]
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[but he shakes his head, letting his hand drop from his chest, holding his wrist more loosely.]
-no, I'm satisfied enough with this. Seems fine for now-- unless you meant that differently?
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[He smiles faintly.]
No, no, I think you'd better. I'd not have you harboring doubts about my physical fitness, hereafter.
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[but- hmm. he considers, his thumb rubbing lazily over thancred's wrist.]
Suppose you might have to prove that fitness to me after all.
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[With the hand not being held, he reaches up and hooks a finger in Ryn's collar, tugging at it playfully.]
Don't just pay lip service.
[THANCRED.]
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Why not? You're very good at lip service, when you're not calling me a brat.
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[But speaking of lip service, he'll close the gap and kiss him, like the initiative-taker he is.]
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when he leans back to breathe, though, he murmurs-]
...I do have ground rules. If you want more than this, I mean.
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[He's smiling still, in that sort of rakish playful way, but even behind his half-lidded eyes there's an alertness in his gaze. Whatever follows next, he's clearly going to afford it the gravity it deserves.]
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[he's toying with the collar, a bit, as he speaks.]
I don't like being looked at too closely. Usually prefer the lights out, but it's not necessary, just-- no commentary on my looks if I'm not dressed. No touching anywhere that I haven't agreed to, and don't linger on it too much when you do.
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[His finger looses from Ryn's collar in turn, coming up to run his knuckle down the line of his jaw instead.]
I've no objection to that, strictly speaking, but I prefer my partners willing and enthusiastic. If you'd rather I didn't seek your reactions by expressing my admiration, you'll need to meet me in the middle some other way. Your thoughts?
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[it's hard to explain. not in the sense that it's difficult, but that it's hard to say any of the reasons outright.
his head tilts slightly into thancred's hand, at least.]
I don't mean to imply unwillingness. But there's more to my condition than just my leg. I prefer not to... [what are the best words, for this.] To feel exposed.
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[The edge of his mouth quirks up slyly. Teasing though the delivery might be, the offer seems genuine enough.]
If you think you'd enjoy that.
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[that gets an equally teasing little smirk from him, at the idea.]
I just might enjoy that, if you're fine with it.
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[He got a smirk; why not try for an outright laugh? Might as well.]
But jests aside. Are those your only conditions?