[ He's not sure if it's strange or not, that it always comes down to that. To feeling safe. For all of them, in different ways. ]
It would have to be here. Somewhere he knows. Somewhere where he's already spent a lot of time out in the open and nothing- nothing bad's happened. He might- might need Star around, I won't know without trying.
[ The topic of whether he would also want to tie Star up requires further consideration. Maybe he'd have reached an answer, if his movements hadn't lined up with Jotaro's in such a way as to completely clear any trace of thought from his head for a few seconds. A long moan escapes him, the sort that pulls out so much air that he needs to reconstitute himself with small, gasping breaths for a moment. the shape his too-wide mouth makes when he bites his lip gives the noises of it all an almost-musical whistling quality. It takes him a moment, both to start moving again and to start talking.
Carefully, even more carefully than Kakyoin did, Hierophant takes Jotaro's face in his hands. Like he's trying to hold the head of a dandelion without losing a single seed. He says nothing, because he doesn't like to, but the low mechanical humming he emits has the same constant, calm quality as a cat's purr. ]
He'd like it. He likes you. And he likes touching you. And he likes measuring things and detail work and- that's all it is. Loving you and touching you and measuring and altering the details.
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[ He's not sure if it's strange or not, that it always comes down to that. To feeling safe. For all of them, in different ways. ]
It would have to be here. Somewhere he knows. Somewhere where he's already spent a lot of time out in the open and nothing- nothing bad's happened. He might- might need Star around, I won't know without trying.
[ The topic of whether he would also want to tie Star up requires further consideration. Maybe he'd have reached an answer, if his movements hadn't lined up with Jotaro's in such a way as to completely clear any trace of thought from his head for a few seconds. A long moan escapes him, the sort that pulls out so much air that he needs to reconstitute himself with small, gasping breaths for a moment. the shape his too-wide mouth makes when he bites his lip gives the noises of it all an almost-musical whistling quality. It takes him a moment, both to start moving again and to start talking.
Carefully, even more carefully than Kakyoin did, Hierophant takes Jotaro's face in his hands. Like he's trying to hold the head of a dandelion without losing a single seed. He says nothing, because he doesn't like to, but the low mechanical humming he emits has the same constant, calm quality as a cat's purr. ]
He'd like it. He likes you. And he likes touching you. And he likes measuring things and detail work and- that's all it is. Loving you and touching you and measuring and altering the details.