[ Percival's legs are parted with no resistance, the rest of him malleable and eager. The sensation of flesh directly pressed to his groin, coupled with Siegfried's careful and tender attention to his lips and neck, provide such a distraction he's finding it difficult to concentrate on speaking, little whimpers escaping his throat when he tries.
The soft smile that Siegfried gives probably was intended to be reassuring, but it's not enough to cull the worries that make home in Percival's mind when he's confronted with the fact that his old friend is turning into a dragon. Will he lose his mind along with his form? 'Slowed down' doesn't quite mean it's stopped.
Siegfried's quick to give him that out, as if the scales are anything to be disgusted at. Percival retaliates by touching them directly, fingers following along the ridges of each scale. ]
Why wouldn't I want to? You're still the same man, no matter what becomes of you. Do you think our relationship is so shallow I would be deterred by outside appearances?
[ His words are firm, but his touch is soft, exploring the new skin with one hand and threading his flingers through Siegfried's hair with the other. ]
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The soft smile that Siegfried gives probably was intended to be reassuring, but it's not enough to cull the worries that make home in Percival's mind when he's confronted with the fact that his old friend is turning into a dragon. Will he lose his mind along with his form? 'Slowed down' doesn't quite mean it's stopped.
Siegfried's quick to give him that out, as if the scales are anything to be disgusted at. Percival retaliates by touching them directly, fingers following along the ridges of each scale. ]
Why wouldn't I want to? You're still the same man, no matter what becomes of you. Do you think our relationship is so shallow I would be deterred by outside appearances?
[ His words are firm, but his touch is soft, exploring the new skin with one hand and threading his flingers through Siegfried's hair with the other. ]