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[Fenris knows how much Rafe hates his averted gaze, but it's hard for him not to after what happened between them. It doesn't matter how little of a deal Rafe makes it, Fenris feels an overwhelming guilt every time he thinks about it, and all it takes is that little bit of guilt for him to shut his eyes and lower his gaze.]

Never.

[Which is probably a funny thing to say considering his current disposition.]

[ Rafe isn't about to let that behavior slide so easily.

The moment Fenris ducks away, he grabs for his chin and brings it back up — not tight enough to bruise but implacable, undeniable. Nothing to stop Fenris from keeping those eyes shut but he can work around that. Or he has a plan to, anyway. Whether Fenris goes along with said plan is still up in the air.. ]

And we're going to deal with this while we're at it.

[The spines along Fenris' back stiffen instinctually when his chin is grabbed, a low ruble echoing in his chest. And yes, he does indeed keep his eyes closed.]

I'm dealing with it.

[Of course, he's thinking his newfound ability is the problem, and not his reaction to it.]

Are you now?

[ His thumb brushes back and forth across the lines framing Fenris's chin. ]

Enlighten me.

[As frustrated as he is at the moment, his ears still twitch from the touch to his markings.]

Short of gouging my own eyes out there is little I can do aside from what I'm attempting to do now.

[That is, not fucking looking him in the eyes, which someone is making very difficult right now.]

[ Sucking his teeth, Rafe shakes his head even as he knows there's no way for Fenris to see it at present. He continues the slow, steady touch— back and forth, back and forth —entirely focus on the elf seated before him. ]

Call me crazy but... Doesn't sound like something viable for your long-term unless you're gunning for a white cane.

[ Almost, he almost went for the seeing eye dog but he's caught onto how Fenris enjoys Tara's pup around the house. Not exactly a disincentive there. ]

Open your eyes.

[His ears continue to twitch like they were connected to his markings by a nerve, eventually they flatten and the trio of dots on his forehead pulse a faint glow. His lids flutter open as he battles with himself and the decision to keep them closed or do as told.]

You know my reasoning, why does it bother you now?

[It's not like Fenris has truly regressed. Not the way he sees it.]

Because you worked six months to get past shit like this, and I'm not about to let you backslide on a kneejerk reaction. Would be a waste of my time and yours.

[ Not for the first time, Rafe is glad he isn't stuck with such an obvious tell: that glow would play merry hell at any poker table, never mind any game that truly mattered. He uses it to his own advantage, of course, but for himself...? God. What a disaster. ]

You learned out how to control those markings of yours before you got here. You learned how to deal with claws, and wings, and fire. [ Just going to ignore how Rafe still gets the occasional wing smack. Not the point here. ] This is what comes next.

[Fenris huffs, and as usual a puff of smoke accompanies the action, but Rafe would likely recognize that as the kind of huff he gives when he has to begrudgingly accept what he's being told.

He wants to ignore this problem and just avoid looking anyone in the eyes ever again, but he knows it's not feasible and foolish. But trying to figure out any way around it means acknowledging that he has that ability. He doesn't want it. He doesn't want it.]

Well? I assume you already have something in mind.

[ A foot in the door, and Rafe leans into it to better shoulder his way through and have his own way. ]

The beginnings of a something, [ he nods, thumb now lightly tapping against the pale blue lines of lyrium. ] But I know for sure it'll have to start with you opening your eyes, pain in the ass.

Ugh, you're one to talk.

[Pain in the ass.

But regardless, he allows his eyes to flutter the rest of the way open, hesitance making it take a little longer than it should.]

Then you ought to listen to an expert. Now— [ Fenris has full view of that smirk. ] Keep them open.

[ That's all the warning he gets before Rafe leans down to catch him in a kiss, the unnatural blue of his eyes fixed on slitted green and damn the distance between them. ]

[Fenris wants to wipe that smirk off of Rafe's face, but even if he was about to do anything about it he doesn't have the chance. He almost loses balance in his seating, which is actually fairly easy considering how many parts he has leaning heavily in every which direction — all it takes is to catch him by surprise.

The slit pupil expands briefly in his surprise before it returns to normal, his lids want to close, flutter about halfway before he remembers no more than a couple of seconds ago that Rafe told him to keep them open. His spines remain perked up in his alertness, worried about the fact that their eyes are locked with each other, the lines traversing his body beginning to glow in his anxiety. But nothing happens. Or, he thinks nothing is happening. He's too afraid to do anything or to express his desire in any way, as that had been the catalyst — from what he can understand — of his awakened power.]

[ He offers an approving hum seeing how Fenris listens, the proximity almost making his eyes cross but there's no mistaking that flash of green. Well, a hum and an insistent tongue licking along Fenris's lips that's now plenty familiar with the fangs peeking past them. Confidence is the by-word, what he exudes as naturally as the air he no longer needs to breathe, and he

And maybe that's another part of why he's doing this. To regain his own confidence by paving over those few cracks that came from losing control, no matter the method of it, nor how briefly or how pleasurable it had been. To erase the stranger in his skin that had responded so readily under that dominating stare rather than fighting back.

But if it is any piece to his motive, then it's his own business and none of Fenris's. Fenris, who's the focus here as Rafe lets his fingers drag down the column of his throat along the line of glowing scales there. ]

[His eyes want to close. He wants his eyes to close. And for a moment that's all he can give focus to — that is until he feels Rafe's fingers dragging down the glowing markings on his scales, his body shuddering at any delicate attention given to them. His lips part as if the markings were the key to opening a closed door, his tongue coming to life to meet with Rafe's and possessively entangle around it.

Fenris hums appreciatively as well. A hand comes up to grasp at Rafe's shoulder, claws clinging reflexively. It's easier for him not to focus on his eyes still being open, to allow himself to get lost in his want, his need to have Rafe, to make him his...

The intensity of his glow begins to seep into his eyes, the slit pupils growing thinner as his lids raise instead of threatening to close.]

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