[ there's a move to shift away the section he sees vincent's posture change, preparing to dodge away from a blow before it's struck. he's not stupid, after all, his guard hasn't been completely lowered. and as those fingers close around his arm there's no reaction, no lashing out with a fist of his own or using the momentum to yank vincent forward onto the blade of a waiting feather, he simply stops short.
the only indication of how he feels is the widening of those expressive, animal eyes. shocked that vincent is able to move quickly enough to catch him. the fact that he's bold enough to touch him, hand enclosed around his wrist like a shackle.
and how the shadows around his feet begin to coil and writhe like the tail of an agitated cat. ]
And what do we think we are doing? [ there's a warning in his voice, playful and cold though it may be. it's the first prolonged touch he's felt in years. and they both there's good reason for that. ]
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the only indication of how he feels is the widening of those expressive, animal eyes. shocked that vincent is able to move quickly enough to catch him. the fact that he's bold enough to touch him, hand enclosed around his wrist like a shackle.
and how the shadows around his feet begin to coil and writhe like the tail of an agitated cat. ]
And what do we think we are doing? [ there's a warning in his voice, playful and cold though it may be. it's the first prolonged touch he's felt in years. and they both there's good reason for that. ]