[ He's definitely feeling that blissful bubble when Siegfried draws near, leaning up to meet him almost instinctively. The lips and teeth capturing the tips of his new ears has him letting out a shiver, tensing as he closes his eyes and gets used to the sensation.
Of course, he's never been one to idle. Percival reaches out himself, hands exploring the canvas of rugged flesh and different scars on display before him, fingertips trailing the embossed ridges of the ones along Siegfried's chest that he's able to touch. There are some that pull out a memory of battles long past, those chaotic days crossing swords against the enemy, where he would always look upon this man for guidance and inspiration. There are also some he doesn't recognise, which brings upon a sinking feeling when he's reminded of their lost time -- when he simply believed what he was told about Siegfried and hadn't questioned it as much as he should have.
When his fingers trail around, roaming over the span of Siegfried's muscled back, he's met with a rougher sensation much unlike the rest. It's not normal skin, having an almost snake-like quality. ]
Oh. This ... [ That sinking feeling continues when he realises what he's touching. It's easy to forget what's actually going on with the other man, especially with how rarely he bares his body. ] Has it gotten worse?
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Of course, he's never been one to idle. Percival reaches out himself, hands exploring the canvas of rugged flesh and different scars on display before him, fingertips trailing the embossed ridges of the ones along Siegfried's chest that he's able to touch. There are some that pull out a memory of battles long past, those chaotic days crossing swords against the enemy, where he would always look upon this man for guidance and inspiration. There are also some he doesn't recognise, which brings upon a sinking feeling when he's reminded of their lost time -- when he simply believed what he was told about Siegfried and hadn't questioned it as much as he should have.
When his fingers trail around, roaming over the span of Siegfried's muscled back, he's met with a rougher sensation much unlike the rest. It's not normal skin, having an almost snake-like quality. ]
Oh. This ... [ That sinking feeling continues when he realises what he's touching. It's easy to forget what's actually going on with the other man, especially with how rarely he bares his body. ] Has it gotten worse?