[ Yes, yes--yes! There it is--the song he yearns for so much. Vector's song fills him, vibrates around his lapis, makes the gem glow and then... and then it shines, and suddenly all at once Mizael can hear it--the stars, the sky, Vector--and he feels so complete, so whole, so himself, that he exhales and moans.
(briefly, he's--Mizar. briefly, the fingers touching Vector are as Barian as Vector is right now, but it's. brief.)
But it stops, and Vector has him, has his soft flesh beneath his harder skin and Mizael wonders, just wonders, if he ever felt that. But he has, hasn't he, because he wants more, now, wants to be drowned in starlight and deafened by song and the only one who can provide that is Vector.
(he sees it, in the other's eyes, and he's so broken and desperate that he's sure it's in his, too)
(he wants Vector to press his claws into his skin, make this body bleed, and see starlight filter from his wounds but he knows it won't, but he can at least hope, for something to happen, to remind him he's Barian) ]
Do you--do you believe in your words?
[ Because Mizael should be ashamed. And he is. But this shame isn't a strong enough dam to hold in all of--this. Whatever this is.
(this being the yearning he feels for a star, any star--and Vector's is here and he can offer and Mizael will make him offer if only that means that he, himself, can offer again)
He splays his hand over the gem, encases it in his human flesh and warmth, encases it in his human need and Barian hum (he can't sing, so he'll hum, and that's better than nothing), and traps it in his mad desperation. His lapis moves, tries to reignite the starfire by taking Vector's, but this human body isn't mean to shine and burn like a Barian does and when Mizar tries to break out of Mizael it hurts.
(it hurts, and he wants more, because then he knows it's still in him and he's still alive and burning, so he wants more) ]
Take my hands and my fingers off of you, then.
Reject me.
[ He holds his lapis with his other hand, digs his fingers into his own gem, digs his fingers into Vector's gem, and exhales. He can feel it, again, that tiny spark that's hidden behind human flesh but not there. And he wants that rush of euphoria again. That rush of--of him, of the red crystals and deafening song, and so he raises his eyes to Vector's--
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(briefly, he's--Mizar. briefly, the fingers touching Vector are as Barian as Vector is right now, but it's. brief.)
But it stops, and Vector has him, has his soft flesh beneath his harder skin and Mizael wonders, just wonders, if he ever felt that.
But he has, hasn't he, because he wants more, now, wants to be drowned in starlight and deafened by song and the only one who can provide that is Vector.(he sees it, in the other's eyes, and he's so broken and desperate that he's sure it's in his, too)
(he wants Vector to press his claws into his skin, make this body bleed, and see starlight filter from his wounds but he knows it won't, but he can at least hope, for something to happen, to remind him he's Barian) ]
Do you--do you believe in your words?
[ Because Mizael should be ashamed. And he is. But this shame isn't a strong enough dam to hold in all of--this. Whatever this is.
(this being the yearning he feels for a star, any star--and Vector's is here and he can offer and Mizael will make him offer if only that means that he, himself, can offer again)
He splays his hand over the gem, encases it in his human flesh and warmth, encases it in his human need and Barian hum (he can't sing, so he'll hum, and that's better than nothing), and traps it in his mad desperation. His lapis moves, tries to reignite the starfire by taking Vector's, but this human body isn't mean to shine and burn like a Barian does and when Mizar tries to break out of Mizael it hurts.
(it hurts, and he wants more, because then he knows it's still in him and he's still alive and burning, so he wants more) ]
Take my hands and my fingers off of you, then.
Reject me.
[ He holds his lapis with his other hand, digs his fingers into his own gem, digs his fingers into Vector's gem, and exhales. He can feel it, again, that tiny spark that's hidden behind human flesh but not there. And he wants that rush of euphoria again. That rush of--of him, of the red crystals and deafening song, and so he raises his eyes to Vector's--
(sing, Vector. sing) ]