[Henry doesn't expect this at all. He thought Niles brought a second vial — he's always done it with two split between, after all. But he slips into role compliantly, slackening to Niles's touch and parting his lips.
Liquid drips between them, silvery and slick, thick like blood and with the sound of it, too. As ever, the dark mage's kisses are far less assertive, far more receiving, far less certain, but his manner's docile and mild yet curious. His head goes fuzzy, as fuzzy as his Chimera Bonded-to-be. (That's a thought to make him smile into their kiss, actually, for all that he can hold a thought.
Niles breaks it, because Henry's not much for action in the realm of making moves. Not yet. The sound of his purring is a welcome, warm backdrop to it all, and Henry remains without breath, licking at the residual Bonding potion that's dripped down his chin. But he hums an affirmative, sluggish and dazed.]
Yeah. Honestly, "thanks" is a lot easier to say than a whole vow!
[Bonding ceremonies sure are something. But he can feel Niles now, can feel that shock of demand, muted though it is compared to a Coven-appointed Bond, and he sees his face so much closer: wisps of curly, white hair frame his features, sharp canines and furry ears flanking his cheeks. It's not especially light in here, but the white of his features catch light and make everything else seem especially dark. The dark, to Henry, is welcoming.
Were he still un-Bonded to Niles, he may not have taken the hint, surprisingly. But he can feel the barest suggestion, and the stilted Witch leans forward in increments: a bit closer, first. The slightest tilt of his head, next. Then, close enough for lips to fit together, a dizziness making him giggle again. But Henry doesn't say much of anything at all when he scarcely brushes his lips to Niles in a reciprocal gesture, soft as his light, thrumming heartbeat.]
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Liquid drips between them, silvery and slick, thick like blood and with the sound of it, too. As ever, the dark mage's kisses are far less assertive, far more receiving, far less certain, but his manner's docile and mild yet curious. His head goes fuzzy, as fuzzy as his Chimera Bonded-to-be. (That's a thought to make him smile into their kiss, actually, for all that he can hold a thought.
Niles breaks it, because Henry's not much for action in the realm of making moves. Not yet. The sound of his purring is a welcome, warm backdrop to it all, and Henry remains without breath, licking at the residual Bonding potion that's dripped down his chin. But he hums an affirmative, sluggish and dazed.]
Yeah. Honestly, "thanks" is a lot easier to say than a whole vow!
[Bonding ceremonies sure are something. But he can feel Niles now, can feel that shock of demand, muted though it is compared to a Coven-appointed Bond, and he sees his face so much closer: wisps of curly, white hair frame his features, sharp canines and furry ears flanking his cheeks. It's not especially light in here, but the white of his features catch light and make everything else seem especially dark. The dark, to Henry, is welcoming.
Were he still un-Bonded to Niles, he may not have taken the hint, surprisingly. But he can feel the barest suggestion, and the stilted Witch leans forward in increments: a bit closer, first. The slightest tilt of his head, next. Then, close enough for lips to fit together, a dizziness making him giggle again. But Henry doesn't say much of anything at all when he scarcely brushes his lips to Niles in a reciprocal gesture, soft as his light, thrumming heartbeat.]