( It's the most curious thing. For every step he presses forward, Adelis moves with him back. There is generally some resistance at this point - at any of the several junctures they've moved long past - but he faces none.
Adelis gnashes at him, but doesn't fully bite. Why?
He's pulled together his composure with force, so Adelis's acquiescence doesn't provoke visible reaction from him this time, but it does hold his thoughts. He keeps pushing to see where Adelis draws the line, and Adelis - entirely unlike him - never does.
Why? )
You've always known me to be well-behaved, haven't you? ( lol ) I wouldn't worry about me.
( Mishka will dutifully slip off to the couch as suggested, and, after a moment of admiring and testing its quality, finds himself approving. He takes a seat on it, half-melting onto it on account of the comfort, and it strikes him that, consequent of his own actions, he really may be sleeping with Adelis.
"Why?" He supposes it must be because Adelis has few people he's willing to fill out these bedding squares with, and Mishka is one of those few. "Why?" Perhaps this, too, is a part of his dogged pursuit of luxury.
He considers the distant memory of a far younger Adelis, awkward and sharp-tongued and, in some subtle way, flustered, very clearly attracted to his teacher - as most children are wont to be at some point. They imprint on the first they see, and they grow out of this quickly. The "why" couldn't be this.
He closes his eyes once he's satisfied with his scan of the (quite nice) room, his thoughts lingering on the bedroom door.
He didn't really have a reason to care so much, anyway. Adelis could sleep with whomever he liked, including Mishka, and he could do it for some extra pots and pans if he wanted. They would sleep together, unromantically, on this couch (he presumes), and it wouldn't mean anything.
Very well. He reminds himself how just some time ago he was grateful to have met an Adelis untouched by the worst of what was yet to come - what else is there to want? )
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Adelis gnashes at him, but doesn't fully bite. Why?
He's pulled together his composure with force, so Adelis's acquiescence doesn't provoke visible reaction from him this time, but it does hold his thoughts. He keeps pushing to see where Adelis draws the line, and Adelis - entirely unlike him - never does.
Why? )
You've always known me to be well-behaved, haven't you? ( lol ) I wouldn't worry about me.
( Mishka will dutifully slip off to the couch as suggested, and, after a moment of admiring and testing its quality, finds himself approving. He takes a seat on it, half-melting onto it on account of the comfort, and it strikes him that, consequent of his own actions, he really may be sleeping with Adelis.
"Why?" He supposes it must be because Adelis has few people he's willing to fill out these bedding squares with, and Mishka is one of those few. "Why?" Perhaps this, too, is a part of his dogged pursuit of luxury.
He considers the distant memory of a far younger Adelis, awkward and sharp-tongued and, in some subtle way, flustered, very clearly attracted to his teacher - as most children are wont to be at some point. They imprint on the first they see, and they grow out of this quickly. The "why" couldn't be this.
He closes his eyes once he's satisfied with his scan of the (quite nice) room, his thoughts lingering on the bedroom door.
He didn't really have a reason to care so much, anyway. Adelis could sleep with whomever he liked, including Mishka, and he could do it for some extra pots and pans if he wanted. They would sleep together, unromantically, on this couch (he presumes), and it wouldn't mean anything.
Very well. He reminds himself how just some time ago he was grateful to have met an Adelis untouched by the worst of what was yet to come - what else is there to want? )