Jean-Claude's cool fingers working through Jon's hair and sweat-grimed scalp is just as sublime as he imagined. Jon sighs again, drawn out and ragged.
Often he has felt ridiculous keeping his hair so long, and justified it as a practical way to conceal his scars. But in truth he can no longer imagine himself without the dark mass of it shadowing his features. He had gone two years without looking into a mirror as succumbed to the Eye; it was only after his completion as an avatar that mirrors stopped making him apprehensive and started to catch his eye once more. By then it was comforting to look as changed on the outside as he was internally.
Right now it seems likewise fitting that everything is so overwhelming, that Jon should experience such a rush of new sensations just as he makes the first real decision of his life—The first decision he has made not driven by fear. So close to him, Jean-Claude's voice sinks into him just like the heat of the water, making fear impossible even as embarrassment and uncertainty burn within him. It is so easy for Jean-Claude to make Jon sound worthy, and Jon's instincts tell him to look for motive. He reminds himself it's far too late for that. Jean-Claude had used the Eye's own proclivities to steal Jon from it's nest.
"W, well. I can be satisfied quite a lot by words," he jokes voice rusty and his face red.
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Often he has felt ridiculous keeping his hair so long, and justified it as a practical way to conceal his scars. But in truth he can no longer imagine himself without the dark mass of it shadowing his features. He had gone two years without looking into a mirror as succumbed to the Eye; it was only after his completion as an avatar that mirrors stopped making him apprehensive and started to catch his eye once more. By then it was comforting to look as changed on the outside as he was internally.
Right now it seems likewise fitting that everything is so overwhelming, that Jon should experience such a rush of new sensations just as he makes the first real decision of his life—The first decision he has made not driven by fear. So close to him, Jean-Claude's voice sinks into him just like the heat of the water, making fear impossible even as embarrassment and uncertainty burn within him. It is so easy for Jean-Claude to make Jon sound worthy, and Jon's instincts tell him to look for motive. He reminds himself it's far too late for that. Jean-Claude had used the Eye's own proclivities to steal Jon from it's nest.
"W, well. I can be satisfied quite a lot by words," he jokes voice rusty and his face red.