[ As dense as Siegfried is, even he cannot miss the weight of the silence that falls between them. He isn't arrogant enough to simply assume that Percival would ask him to sleep with him, but he knows Percival, and he knows that he would only consider doing such a thing with someone he trusts.
The problem? He's the only one that fits that criteria, and if there was one thing he craved to keep for a semblance of normalcy, it was his friendship with Percival. He didn't relish the thought of marring over a decade of camaraderie with sex, and especially not when he knows Percival well enough to know that ordinarily he'd only be intimate with someone he loves.
He stays quiet for a long moment after their eyes have made contact, lips pursed as he keeps ahold of his cup. It isn't that he's never thought about it before— Percival has always been beautiful, and his noble spirit has always made Siegfried proud to be in his presence. But to act on such an urge was not only unbecoming of himself, it was also inappropriate for their status and roles at the time. ]
I don't think that's a good idea. [ He says quietly, looking as calm as always even if his body has tensed considerably. He takes another sip of his coffee, but now finds that it tastes both empty and cold. ]
It may be best to wait a bit longer. The magic here fades, sometimes.
[ That's not always true. Usually, when something required a sexual act, nothing less would do. But this is Siegfried's version of desperately finding something to say. ]
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The problem? He's the only one that fits that criteria, and if there was one thing he craved to keep for a semblance of normalcy, it was his friendship with Percival. He didn't relish the thought of marring over a decade of camaraderie with sex, and especially not when he knows Percival well enough to know that ordinarily he'd only be intimate with someone he loves.
He stays quiet for a long moment after their eyes have made contact, lips pursed as he keeps ahold of his cup. It isn't that he's never thought about it before— Percival has always been beautiful, and his noble spirit has always made Siegfried proud to be in his presence. But to act on such an urge was not only unbecoming of himself, it was also inappropriate for their status and roles at the time. ]
I don't think that's a good idea. [ He says quietly, looking as calm as always even if his body has tensed considerably. He takes another sip of his coffee, but now finds that it tastes both empty and cold. ]
It may be best to wait a bit longer. The magic here fades, sometimes.
[ That's not always true. Usually, when something required a sexual act, nothing less would do. But this is Siegfried's version of desperately finding something to say. ]