[ There goes the rest of his concentration, gone waltzing out of the room without him. Understanding reaches him, bludgeoning him alive, and Tartaglia's gaze snaps up like he's trying to forcibly hold He Xuan under it. ]
What? [ This is the worst thing he's ever heard. ] You can't be serious. With him?
[ That stick in the mud? Alright, time for a distraction. Deigning to take several bites of the truffles himself, Tartaglia tastes none of the sweetness. Instead, he's left with this weird, drugged-out craving for heat or something equally unbearable. Shouldn't it be spicy?
Longing sets itself upon him the same way. One minute, he's the closest to normal he'll ever be. The next, he's lost track of the conversation entirely, breath sawing out of his throat in hot splinters. Suffering the vising grip of desire, Tartaglia plucks the card clean out of the gift basket, scans it over for the first time since making this mistake. ]
Knew it was... too good to be true. [ Crumpling the note in one fist, he stands, wobbly and shaky on his feet. ] Don't... don't eat any more. Actually— toss them all out.
[ Too late for Tartaglia to fight off this feeling, though, red in the face as he staggers over to the bathroom like he can splash himself into sanity? As if he could use his Vision right now? The damage is done. Braced over the sink, he's struggling to focus, yearning so heavy and frantic in him. ]
no subject
What? [ This is the worst thing he's ever heard. ] You can't be serious. With him?
[ That stick in the mud? Alright, time for a distraction. Deigning to take several bites of the truffles himself, Tartaglia tastes none of the sweetness. Instead, he's left with this weird, drugged-out craving for heat or something equally unbearable. Shouldn't it be spicy?
Longing sets itself upon him the same way. One minute, he's the closest to normal he'll ever be. The next, he's lost track of the conversation entirely, breath sawing out of his throat in hot splinters. Suffering the vising grip of desire, Tartaglia plucks the card clean out of the gift basket, scans it over for the first time since making this mistake. ]
Knew it was... too good to be true. [ Crumpling the note in one fist, he stands, wobbly and shaky on his feet. ] Don't... don't eat any more. Actually— toss them all out.
[ Too late for Tartaglia to fight off this feeling, though, red in the face as he staggers over to the bathroom like he can splash himself into sanity? As if he could use his Vision right now? The damage is done. Braced over the sink, he's struggling to focus, yearning so heavy and frantic in him. ]
Damn it.