R-right. I also... liked knowing you were safe... [except all the times he got bitten this month... what was up with that huh.
Add swallows dryly, suddenly feeling a little lightheaded... he could just ask. It's like Elsword wants him to ask. It wouldn't be suspicious, right? Elsword is saying he would want to try it. So if he just happened to have a prototype, for reasons unrelated to a secret mind control plot...
what would he say, if Add said it was possible? if he said he had the means to do it right here in his lab?
it's so, so risky, and yet...]
... it wouldn't be a simple process. Invasive surgery, followed by a long period of adaptation, you'd probably find all of that uncomfortable... you have that mirror, so you don't really need an alternative method. It was just an idea that popped into my head, so you don't have to take it seriously.
Surgery sounds like it sucks. [...] And yeah, I have the mirror, but nothing ever comes back full-force, if that makes sense. I don't think it ever will. It's okay, though. Just getting to feel stuff at all is fine with me.
[He shifts now so that his chin is resting on Add's upper knee, now looking up at him instead of just nuzzling into his hand like a cat.]
...but I also want to feel how you feel. About me, and when you're happy, and when you get excited about your science stuff. It would be nice to know when you're having a good day instead of a bad one.
[He stares into Elsword's eyes as he talks about how nice it would be, if they could just share all their feelings directly like that. All the happiness, and excitement, and love... they'd always know if one of them was in danger... and it would be better than anything the Trader's stupid mirror could do for him...
This is so hard. Add looks away, staring at a wall as he tries to focus without Elsword's puppy eyes distracting him. Do not give in, no matter how cute he looks or what his mouth decides to do next.]
Kuku, well... it would be difficult to make that kind of technology here. But I'm glad that you would share so much of yourself with me. Your thoughts, your feelings, your... [willpower, your freedom, your very existence
He sighs, a dreamy smile as he continues to stare at a wall. Elsword's everything...]
... surgery wouldn't be that bad. It'd be over before you wake up... might have to increase the dosage...
[His mouth is gonna kiss Add's knuckles next is what it's gonna do, after he holds Add's hand again and brings it in front of his lips anyway.]
Yeah, but doesn't it hurt after you wake up? [Aaaaand taking a sharp turn outside of romance city for a second.] I've never had surgery before, so I dunno, but that's what I've heard.
[...]
I guess it's you, though, so if you had to give me surgery for any reason, [why is this a normal-ass conversation for you two,] you'd have something to counter all that anyway. I wouldn't have to worry about dumb stuff like that since you'd take care of me.
[Local man who has the pain tolerance of a deity ironically does not want to be in pain after theoretical invasive surgery, more at ten]
[There is another pause... slowly, turning to look down at Elsword again, his boyfriend, the love of his life, a man who throws himself at danger for a living and confidently just declared that his doctor teammate has never operated on him once in his injury-rich life.
This is the idiot his hormones chose.]
Hah. Of course I'd take care of you. If you're in my care... I'd make sure you wouldn't feel a thing.
[this time, he does let himself get distracted... curling his hand under Elsword's chin, tipping it up to see him more clearly. The dynamos around him are sparking faintly, some of them hovering a little too close to Elsword... it's a warm, loving kind of contact shock.]
[Surgery is like, brain surgery and dental extractions and breast implants, three things Elsword hasn't ever had.
The reaction to the hand under his chin is instant — Elsword's cheeks flare a soft pink under the smattering of freckles, a momentary thud of his heart and widening eyes before they settle back into their half-lidded gaze. Loving, soft... he's never getting off of the floor now, not if Add's gonna tilt his face up like this while he's kneeling before him like he's a god. Dynamo's zaps are met with his halo's glow brightening.
Hoo boy. Alright. Yet again, he really wishes Add could feel the spark that just ran through him, because he swears it steals the breath from his lungs.]
You always take good care of me. I trust you. I'll always trust you.
[He can't feel it, but he can see the chemical reaction—a flush of colour, pupils dilated, the increase of BPM... is the halo another part of the chain? He can measure the lumens, compare then, add another tell to his list. What other changes can he make Elsword undergo? How many ways will his body display its affection?
He wants to see more, feel more. He wants to know to every little thing that makes his heart jump, his breath hitch, his fingers curl. He wants to measure and push and test the limits of those emotional responses until he can draw a map of Elsword's heart. He wants to carve that chest open and feel the blood pulsing against his palms, through every fibre of Elsword's being, alive and flowing with love...
He sighs deeply, almost panting, hair slipping over his eye as he yearns to lean closer. Lips parting beneath a hungry gaze, teeth bared in a sharpened smile.]
Even if I became the enemy of the world... you'll trust me, won't you? No matter what happens...
[He will. Add knows he will, because even if he doesn't, he will.
Some plans will have to change, but he can make this work. He's determined to do so.]
[It is, as evidence has suggested thus far, not difficult to take Elsword from "fine" to "flustered". Something about Add always does this to him; maybe it's the fact that Add is normally so put together that he almost refuses to have these reactions any other time, which means Elsword gets to see all of them like a poorly-kept secret. Maybe it's just Add in general, who's so goddamn pretty and smart and admirable, that it's hard not to get a little flushed whenever his attention is given so freely. Maybe it's love. Maybe it's also the fact that Add has that sickeningly possessive look in his eye while Elsword is on the fucking floor and he's having a whole moment about this.
Please no one expect him to be normal ever again, he's gonna kiss this man so stupid when he can make his brain work again.]
If the world became your enemy, it becomes my enemy, too. [Even though the El really, really wants him to be preferential towards it, he has to admit there's a heavy amount of bias towards his friends — toward Add — in general. There's no El here, though, and that means he can do whatever the hell he wants.] Asking me if I'll trust you is like asking if the sun is gonna rise in the morning.
You know I'm always gonna be by your side no matter what.
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Add swallows dryly, suddenly feeling a little lightheaded... he could just ask. It's like Elsword wants him to ask. It wouldn't be suspicious, right? Elsword is saying he would want to try it. So if he just happened to have a prototype, for reasons unrelated to a secret mind control plot...
what would he say, if Add said it was possible? if he said he had the means to do it right here in his lab?
it's so, so risky, and yet...]
... it wouldn't be a simple process. Invasive surgery, followed by a long period of adaptation, you'd probably find all of that uncomfortable... you have that mirror, so you don't really need an alternative method. It was just an idea that popped into my head, so you don't have to take it seriously.
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[He shifts now so that his chin is resting on Add's upper knee, now looking up at him instead of just nuzzling into his hand like a cat.]
...but I also want to feel how you feel. About me, and when you're happy, and when you get excited about your science stuff. It would be nice to know when you're having a good day instead of a bad one.
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This is so hard. Add looks away, staring at a wall as he tries to focus without Elsword's puppy eyes distracting him. Do not give in, no matter how cute he looks or what his mouth decides to do next.]
Kuku, well... it would be difficult to make that kind of technology here. But I'm glad that you would share so much of yourself with me. Your thoughts, your feelings, your... [willpower, your freedom, your very existence
He sighs, a dreamy smile as he continues to stare at a wall. Elsword's everything...]
... surgery wouldn't be that bad. It'd be over before you wake up... might have to increase the dosage...
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Yeah, but doesn't it hurt after you wake up? [Aaaaand taking a sharp turn outside of romance city for a second.] I've never had surgery before, so I dunno, but that's what I've heard.
[...]
I guess it's you, though, so if you had to give me surgery for any reason, [why is this a normal-ass conversation for you two,] you'd have something to counter all that anyway. I wouldn't have to worry about dumb stuff like that since you'd take care of me.
[Local man who has the pain tolerance of a deity ironically does not want to be in pain after theoretical invasive surgery, more at ten]
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This is the idiot his hormones chose.]
Hah. Of course I'd take care of you. If you're in my care... I'd make sure you wouldn't feel a thing.
[this time, he does let himself get distracted... curling his hand under Elsword's chin, tipping it up to see him more clearly. The dynamos around him are sparking faintly, some of them hovering a little too close to Elsword... it's a warm, loving kind of contact shock.]
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The reaction to the hand under his chin is instant — Elsword's cheeks flare a soft pink under the smattering of freckles, a momentary thud of his heart and widening eyes before they settle back into their half-lidded gaze. Loving, soft... he's never getting off of the floor now, not if Add's gonna tilt his face up like this while he's kneeling before him like he's a god. Dynamo's zaps are met with his halo's glow brightening.
Hoo boy. Alright. Yet again, he really wishes Add could feel the spark that just ran through him, because he swears it steals the breath from his lungs.]
You always take good care of me. I trust you. I'll always trust you.
[He has no other words. He's swooning too hard.]
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He wants to see more, feel more. He wants to know to every little thing that makes his heart jump, his breath hitch, his fingers curl. He wants to measure and push and test the limits of those emotional responses until he can draw a map of Elsword's heart. He wants to carve that chest open and feel the blood pulsing against his palms, through every fibre of Elsword's being, alive and flowing with love...
He sighs deeply, almost panting, hair slipping over his eye as he yearns to lean closer. Lips parting beneath a hungry gaze, teeth bared in a sharpened smile.]
Even if I became the enemy of the world... you'll trust me, won't you? No matter what happens...
[He will. Add knows he will, because even if he doesn't, he will.
Some plans will have to change, but he can make this work. He's determined to do so.]
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Please no one expect him to be normal ever again, he's gonna kiss this man so stupid when he can make his brain work again.]
If the world became your enemy, it becomes my enemy, too. [Even though the El really, really wants him to be preferential towards it, he has to admit there's a heavy amount of bias towards his friends — toward Add — in general. There's no El here, though, and that means he can do whatever the hell he wants.] Asking me if I'll trust you is like asking if the sun is gonna rise in the morning.
You know I'm always gonna be by your side no matter what.