[Sir you are a villain and a cad. He sinks into silent contemplation for a long moment, before, softly;]
After everything that has happened, what right do I have? [All the people he couldn't help, couldn't save. And at the end of the day, wasn't he nothing more than a pale imitation of Klint?]
[A huff, he's leaning in, voice low to be heard for Van Zieks, and Van Zieks alone.]
It would be wrong to say that you haven't done wrong. One must make amends, you know. But to become some gothic shade in the corners of a room is no way to fix a single thing, you must realize that. Wallowing is not a good look for you, Lord Van Zieks.
Speaking like that and pretending you are merely some automaton who dispenses the law is part of the problem that made you become what you were in the first place. Don't be so rigid, hm?
[The obvious retaliation is to kiss him properly but that's also clearly what Sholmes wants and he Shall Not Win, so instead he uses his superior size to pull Sholmes off balance and push him to the ground, whereupon he plants his foot on the older man's chest.]
... [Sorry, he's flustered for the moment, and also his back is ALREADY sore even before being pushed to the ground so this is. A Combination.] I-I don't know. Can't exactly see much display of any such abilities here.
[He weighs his options for a moment. The elects to drop down, shifting his pin on Sholmes from his foot to his hand, as he looms over the detective, perched on his knees.]
If you were looking to make me submit you've done a poor job of it, Sholmes.
You may have won the battle, but I have won the war.
[Hey so, his hands are totally 100% free here! How about that! It's something to note because he's not giving any warning before he reaches up to grab Van Zieks by the front of his clothes to pull him in to plant a kiss directly on his lips.]
[To be honest, he did sort of expect something like this to happen. He wouldn't admit that, of course, because it would imply he sought it out. That he wanted Sholmes to do it. And for a variety of reasons he refuses that premise.
But now that he's here, well... Wasn't he supposed to loosen up? So he kisses back, reveling in the sensation, the warm wetness, the smell of another body. He might bite, lightly, at Sholmes' bottom lip, his free arm adjusting to rest on his elbow so he can knock the deerstalker off the mans head and grab a fistful of that fair hair.]
[He'd probably bark out some complaint of Van Zieks being rough, but his mouth is too preoccupied with, well, the kiss. The man definitely is eager, that's for sure, but unfortunately he's too stubborn to back down.]
[He's shifting a hand to the nape of the man's neck, keeping him where he is.]
[You chose to kiss the vampire you can't complain about being bitten. But that's just fine, he doesn't plan on moving any time soon, though after a few more moments, he does have to break the kiss just so he can breathe, hot breath on skin, face flushed, before sinking back to press further kisses along the arc of his jaw, and then settling down onto his neck.
You want to call me a vampire buddy? Well then he's leaving a mark on your neck.]
[Caitie I hate you for this. But its what Sholmes deserves! S(HO)LMES INDEED. He gasps, wincing in pain - in any other case he'd pull away, but here, the confusing conflicting thoughts of rational thought and irrational curse feelings are mixing, and Sholmes is almost shocked at how much he likes it, tangling his fingers in the other's hair for a slight yank for his trouble.]
[Yeah and have fun explaining this to your other boyfriend. Anyway van Zieks lets out a hiss at the the hair pulling, but in a way that it's more a reflexive response rather than displeasure. In fact, the way his back arches suggests it's Definitely not displeasure.
He's still got his head lowered near Sholmes, but he pauses in his attack a moment;]
Given how you've taken to calling me one I had hazarded that was something you were interested in. [Now we are teasing.]
[Van Zieks hums low and soft against Sholmes' neck. Congrats you fucking unlocked something in him by forcing him out of his rigid comfort zone and now he's become some sort of sexy vampire menace.]
So you wouldn't want me to find a way to draw blood?
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After everything that has happened, what right do I have?
[All the people he couldn't help, couldn't save. And at the end of the day, wasn't he nothing more than a pale imitation of Klint?]
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[A huff, he's leaning in, voice low to be heard for Van Zieks, and Van Zieks alone.]
It would be wrong to say that you haven't done wrong. One must make amends, you know. But to become some gothic shade in the corners of a room is no way to fix a single thing, you must realize that. Wallowing is not a good look for you, Lord Van Zieks.
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That... I cannot say that you are wrong on this, however I fail to see how indulging in such base impulses as this is any way to make amends.
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[He's lifting an eyebrow.]
Speaking like that and pretending you are merely some automaton who dispenses the law is part of the problem that made you become what you were in the first place. Don't be so rigid, hm?
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... If you object to my rigidity so much then I invite you to do something about it.
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[Ohhhhh?]
Is that a challenge I hear?
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I suppose it is.
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[Leaning in...]
[To kiss him on the cheek! Haha! Tease.]
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I-I am not some blushing schoolgirl to be bested by something like that.
[Aren't you.]
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Oh, but look at you! As bright red as a tomato. Clearly, I shouldn't do that again. I'm afraid you'll overheat.
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Do not underestimate my abilities.
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[Oh.]
[Well now.]
[That's. A way to end a dance.]
... [Sorry, he's flustered for the moment, and also his back is ALREADY sore even before being pushed to the ground so this is. A Combination.] I-I don't know. Can't exactly see much display of any such abilities here.
[...]
[pats his leg]
Good show, though.
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What further demonstration would you ask of me?
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[A beat.]
Unless you'd like to come down here. The ground is rather cozy.
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If you were looking to make me submit you've done a poor job of it, Sholmes.
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Oh, most certainly. I will give you a point in this one. However...
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[Hey so, his hands are totally 100% free here! How about that! It's something to note because he's not giving any warning before he reaches up to grab Van Zieks by the front of his clothes to pull him in to plant a kiss directly on his lips.]
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But now that he's here, well... Wasn't he supposed to loosen up? So he kisses back, reveling in the sensation, the warm wetness, the smell of another body. He might bite, lightly, at Sholmes' bottom lip, his free arm adjusting to rest on his elbow so he can knock the deerstalker off the mans head and grab a fistful of that fair hair.]
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[He's shifting a hand to the nape of the man's neck, keeping him where he is.]
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You want to call me a vampire buddy? Well then he's leaving a mark on your neck.]
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[Caitie I hate you for this. But its what Sholmes deserves! S(HO)LMES INDEED. He gasps, wincing in pain - in any other case he'd pull away, but here, the confusing conflicting thoughts of rational thought and irrational curse feelings are mixing, and Sholmes is almost shocked at how much he likes it, tangling his fingers in the other's hair for a slight yank for his trouble.]
Goodness, you really are a bloodsucker.
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He's still got his head lowered near Sholmes, but he pauses in his attack a moment;]
Given how you've taken to calling me one I had hazarded that was something you were interested in.
[Now we are teasing.]
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[He starts. Stops. His cheeks darken?]
You know I meant bloodsucking in a more literal sense. For the humor of it.
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So you wouldn't want me to find a way to draw blood?
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[His hand tugs at Van Ziek's hair again as he tries to find an answer, almost pouting.]
I wouldn't say that, necessarily...
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