[reaches behind him, tracing for Gold's hand - when he finds it he squeezes it hard, behind his back and out of Aerta's sight. His touch on Aerta's face, however, is light and reverent]
[his hand - contorted, three "fingers" at the tip, soft but not quite smooth like they once were as simple green vines - brushes over her jaw, her lips, down her throat, along her collarbone, the right and then the left... he threads his human fingers with Gold's]
Aah, I need you to hold me, Gold, or I'll be the one fainting next.
[ human hand to human hand. ...eyes closes briefly, with a deep, slow breath. Reaffirming something to himself.
And he tugs his fingers free of Spider's-- carefully, deliberately-- only to slide both hands under his arms and around his chest, pull him back against Chrys's front and hold there, firm, as he buries his face in Spider's hair, breath warm against his neck. ]
[ There's a little gasp at his touch- to see the changes was one thing, but the light scratching still wasn't the sensation she was expecting
still, she takes the message from the gesture- "slowly, with him" and takes her hands off his clothes, instead reaching up to loosen the cords holding up her blouse ]
[that hold on him - a human hold, strong and trustworthy and HIS, his beloved - is a massive relief and shock, he hasn't felt it in so long. It rushes back to him like he's submerged in warm water.]
Just... like that. Oh, I missed you. I couldn't stand... don't let go of me.
[He takes that invitation and pulls Aerta's top away, stray limbs of vines coiling along her, dropping it to the side. He tilts heavily into Goldd but doesn't look away.]
I'd lost all the detail... all the pictures, the art. Hahah-- how could I lose this art. Just like me...
[ seeing them like that invoked a strange mix of feelings that she doesn't know how to parse, but does know now to shove away for the sake of good sex. swallows and reaches for him again to run the back of her knuckles along the scars of his curse ]
Shh. It's all right. It's still here. I am here and it is not lost.
[ he doesn't answer the entreaty in words so much as a tightening of his arms, fingers splayed over Aeron's heart. Not just holding him up but holding him there, like he'll disappear if Chrys should let go even a little.
His face hidden from Aerta's sight, he kisses the back of Aeron's neck, slow, reverent, the same reverence given to her from Aeron. Shoulders rising and falling with deliberate breaths. Trying to stay calm, stay steady. ]
oh who am I kidding he totally is coming along. ENOUGH PRESENCE OF MIND to brace his false hand against the bed to hold his weight up and not completely sandwich Aeron between the two of them. Still keeping the other arm around Aeron, forehead between his shoulders ]
[ is this really something he has to think about right now
what is he even supposed to think about something like his current lover and his older yandere last-stuck-in-a-rock lover who are siblings together as in together and right here and
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screw this he is putting his hand up Aeron's shirt!!!! SCREW THIS ]
[ that's not a particularly chaste noise she's making into his mouth either. Slowly, caaaaarefully her fingertips slide from his face into his hair. They almost shake from the effort of holding back her want ]
[ ...warm? It's Spider that's cold. Chrys lifts his head, just enough for his hands to ruck up Spider's shirt, run fingers over familiar contours; ribs, here, prominent as ever; down to softer (soft at all, what a wonder) waist and belly, and up again, fanning out, trailing over everything within reach, just barely brushing the ridges where skin meets rooted vine. Kisses laid over the curve of backbone, feather-light and dry.
...he pauses at Aerta's murmur, though, a twinge of uncertainty hitting again. Out of place. Something like this, between two people, and yet being a third... ]
[Spider lets Aerta break the kiss in favor of his jaw, murmuring unintelligibly at the memories, their touch. And there is very real terror thrilling through him at her hands, at Chrys' hands, while he can't see them - terror at being held, at being free, and he can't stand it. He's going to adapt to it once more, leash that terror and have it thrill him instead--]
Erastis-- erastis, sister, I need -- ah-- don't let me go, I, I'll disappear again without you pushing me down--!
[ and she can feel it, even if she can't put the words to it. Something wrong, something come loose in him. Something she should have care of. But after the long, empty months and the weeks of struggling with the hungry thing inside her she can't hold down the force of her own need. A hand moves to the back of his neck, shaking in earnest now. ]
Don't! Don't even say it. Don't leave me. Never again. Never. I'll keep you, we'll keep you. Tell me how to keep you.
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maybe that would be the best thing to do rn. Glances back at the common room... ]
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Gold, come here.
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Quietly: ] ...I've not heard that name in months.
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We'll be all mixed up at this rate.
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For a wonder we're yet to be.
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[ that's entirely enough time spent not undoing my brother's belt I should think!! ]
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Aah, I need you to hold me, Gold, or I'll be the one fainting next.
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And he tugs his fingers free of Spider's-- carefully, deliberately-- only to slide both hands under his arms and around his chest, pull him back against Chrys's front and hold there, firm, as he buries his face in Spider's hair, breath warm against his neck. ]
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still, she takes the message from the gesture- "slowly, with him" and takes her hands off his clothes, instead reaching up to loosen the cords holding up her blouse ]
None of that just yet, please.
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[that hold on him - a human hold, strong and trustworthy and HIS, his beloved - is a massive relief and shock, he hasn't felt it in so long. It rushes back to him like he's submerged in warm water.]
Just... like that. Oh, I missed you. I couldn't stand... don't let go of me.
[He takes that invitation and pulls Aerta's top away, stray limbs of vines coiling along her, dropping it to the side. He tilts heavily into Goldd but doesn't look away.]
I'd lost all the detail... all the pictures, the art. Hahah-- how could I lose this art. Just like me...
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Shh. It's all right. It's still here. I am here and it is not lost.
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His face hidden from Aerta's sight, he kisses the back of Aeron's neck, slow, reverent, the same reverence given to her from Aeron. Shoulders rising and falling with deliberate breaths. Trying to stay calm, stay steady. ]
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oh who am I kidding he totally is coming along. ENOUGH PRESENCE OF MIND to brace his false hand against the bed to hold his weight up and not completely sandwich Aeron between the two of them. Still keeping the other arm around Aeron, forehead between his shoulders ]
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what is he even supposed to think about something like his current lover and his older yandere last-stuck-in-a-rock lover who are siblings together as in together and right here and
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screw this he is putting his hand up Aeron's shirt!!!! SCREW THIS ]
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Ah-- s-so much, hahah, you're -- you're both so warm--
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. . . Brother
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...he pauses at Aerta's murmur, though, a twinge of uncertainty hitting again. Out of place. Something like this, between two people, and yet being a third... ]
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Erastis-- erastis, sister, I need -- ah-- don't let me go, I, I'll disappear again without you pushing me down--!
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Don't! Don't even say it. Don't leave me. Never again. Never. I'll keep you, we'll keep you. Tell me how to keep you.
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