[ he's not coming. the thought loops ceaselessly through his head while he paces in front of his bedroom window and crudely twists a length of wire in his gloved hands into the shape of a jellyfish. it's all right. better that he doesn't, really. it was a foolish idea moored in sentiment and kaz would likely have stalked — limped — off when he heard it anyway.
his heart nearly leaps out of his chest when he hears the thump of kaz's cane. the wire goes clattering across the desk when a familiar figure darkens his doorway, the scent of blood immediately rushing to his senses, but his mouth pulls into a hopeful smile on its own. kaz looks impossibly out of place here, and yet nikolai can picture him in every room, looking over his drafting desk, sitting at the breakfast table, nestled in his enormous bed. ]
Sturmhond does quite well for himself. He's not bound by things so petty as rules and laws. [ before, he would have invited kaz in. he would have pulled him into his arms, onto the bed, christened it with languid kisses. but he keeps distance between them now, standing by his desk and letting his eyes linger too long on the angles on his face, over his mouth, the impeccable knot of his tie around his throat. ] You'll find nothing unsavory hidden here, except perhaps the idea I'm about to present you with. You'll have to come out of some of those clothes first.
[ don't touch him. and yet his feet move on their own, crossing the room to slowly reach out and carefully unknot his meticulously done tie. he keeps talking as if that will somehow distract from his actions. ] I promised you a swim. Now — don't look at me like that, Brekker — I'm sure you've been holding up remarkably well, being who you are, but I unfortunately remember the exact moment of my claws making their way into your leg, so even though you've been rudely avoiding me as of late, I know how bad that wound is. [ the tie slides away, tossed carelessly over his shoulder to flutter to the plush rug behind him. he starts on the buttons of his tailored jacket next, pausing briefly before he slides it off his shoulders. ]
I know what you're thinking. This is a poor time to make good on this particular promise, but trust me. The water will take the pressure off your leg. [ the jacket lands in a heap on the bed. his fingers linger at the front of his snug vest, slowly undoing the buttons one by one while his eyes flicker up to settle on kaz's blues. ] It may offer you a measure of much needed relief.
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his heart nearly leaps out of his chest when he hears the thump of kaz's cane. the wire goes clattering across the desk when a familiar figure darkens his doorway, the scent of blood immediately rushing to his senses, but his mouth pulls into a hopeful smile on its own. kaz looks impossibly out of place here, and yet nikolai can picture him in every room, looking over his drafting desk, sitting at the breakfast table, nestled in his enormous bed. ]
Sturmhond does quite well for himself. He's not bound by things so petty as rules and laws. [ before, he would have invited kaz in. he would have pulled him into his arms, onto the bed, christened it with languid kisses. but he keeps distance between them now, standing by his desk and letting his eyes linger too long on the angles on his face, over his mouth, the impeccable knot of his tie around his throat. ] You'll find nothing unsavory hidden here, except perhaps the idea I'm about to present you with. You'll have to come out of some of those clothes first.
[ don't touch him. and yet his feet move on their own, crossing the room to slowly reach out and carefully unknot his meticulously done tie. he keeps talking as if that will somehow distract from his actions. ] I promised you a swim. Now — don't look at me like that, Brekker — I'm sure you've been holding up remarkably well, being who you are, but I unfortunately remember the exact moment of my claws making their way into your leg, so even though you've been rudely avoiding me as of late, I know how bad that wound is. [ the tie slides away, tossed carelessly over his shoulder to flutter to the plush rug behind him. he starts on the buttons of his tailored jacket next, pausing briefly before he slides it off his shoulders. ]
I know what you're thinking. This is a poor time to make good on this particular promise, but trust me. The water will take the pressure off your leg. [ the jacket lands in a heap on the bed. his fingers linger at the front of his snug vest, slowly undoing the buttons one by one while his eyes flicker up to settle on kaz's blues. ] It may offer you a measure of much needed relief.