The sight was... disquieting, to say the least, and not because of how broken Hakkai looked. No, not entirely. His head down, the occasional fine shudders and soft groans, they tugged at something dark in Sanzo, something he hadn't known existed until just then. Maybe it hadn't existed.
It must be this place.
It was a fleeting thought, there and gone in the time it took him to shift his attention Hakkai's apparent handler. "Not so pretty is a matter of opinion." With that, he opened the stall door and stepped inside. He touched his fingertips to Hakkai's hair.
[OOC: *Nibbles on a cookie while wondering what she's doing* ^^"]
The touch made the muscles along Hakkai slim back tense. In the back of his drug addled brain, he recognized the scent of the man near him, but there was no way he could actively process it. Not with the heavy fog that clouded conscious thought.
The manacles binding him clinked as he shifted restlessly, the noise counterpoint to a quickly drawn in breath.
As soon as he saw that the 'livestock' wasn't going to try and threaten the blonde, the handler just shrugged and chuckled softly.
"We've got prettier. I suppose this one would appeal to some, though."
He chose to ignore the handler after that point, focusing instead on the man on his hands and knees in front of him. He felt too warm, but his hair was soft and Sanzo gently dragged his fingers through it before they found the bare curve of his shoulder. The dark impulse inside him unfurled a bit more, quietly urging him to... to what? Sanzo frowned slightly as he knelt, a hand coming under Hakkai's chin to draw his head up.
You have officially made my morning.green_eye_demonJanuary 29 2011, 15:21:18 UTC
He shivered again at the gentle touch, but he didn't move until the fingers under his chin forced him to. Glassy green eyes met Sanzo's gaze, his usual monocle or the glasses he'd come to prefer as of late absent. There was no way to miss the heavy bit parting his lips, the quick breaths noisy as they were sucked in around the thick metal.
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It must be this place.
It was a fleeting thought, there and gone in the time it took him to shift his attention Hakkai's apparent handler. "Not so pretty is a matter of opinion." With that, he opened the stall door and stepped inside. He touched his fingertips to Hakkai's hair.
[OOC: *Nibbles on a cookie while wondering what she's doing* ^^"]
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The manacles binding him clinked as he shifted restlessly, the noise counterpoint to a quickly drawn in breath.
As soon as he saw that the 'livestock' wasn't going to try and threaten the blonde, the handler just shrugged and chuckled softly.
"We've got prettier. I suppose this one would appeal to some, though."
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