Cael’s used to people figuring it out. His cover’s been blown before. He knows the look people get on their faces as they connect the dots. Whatever insult is slung is usually punctuated with contempt or hatred, and that’s honestly what he’d expected from Roman, especially after the last few days, after calling him a fraud, insinuating that he’d already known…
It different suddenly. The confirmation stole the contempt from his voice, and left behind something he recognized all too well. Heartbreak and hurt, and when their eyes meet, he sees it there, too, clear in those green eyes.
Sometimes he’ll come across someone who hates him for a reason more than rumors, someone who’s been robbed by gypsies before. They’re more suspicious, quicker to attack and faster to recognize him for what he is. There’s no question that Roman has known others, and there’s no question in Cael’s mind as to what the last gypsy stole from Roman. His heart.
In the long moment as they stand, staring into each other’s eyes, fists curled into the other’s jackets, Cael knows this is a bad idea. He should let go, shove him off, get the hell out of here.
But then Roman breaks again, and he can see it. There’s a change, like everything that had been hard had fallen away. Cael stays still, watching, taking it in, blue eyes scanning Roman’s face just a moment longer, and then, against his better judgment and survival instinct, he curled his fingers tight in the fabric of Roman’s jacket to pull himself in. This time he wasn’t just being kissed, he was kissing Roman, taking the aggressive, making it clear that Roman wasn’t the only cocksucker in the room willing to show his hand.
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Date: 2013-11-04 06:50 am (UTC)It different suddenly. The confirmation stole the contempt from his voice, and left behind something he recognized all too well. Heartbreak and hurt, and when their eyes meet, he sees it there, too, clear in those green eyes.
Sometimes he’ll come across someone who hates him for a reason more than rumors, someone who’s been robbed by gypsies before. They’re more suspicious, quicker to attack and faster to recognize him for what he is. There’s no question that Roman has known others, and there’s no question in Cael’s mind as to what the last gypsy stole from Roman. His heart.
In the long moment as they stand, staring into each other’s eyes, fists curled into the other’s jackets, Cael knows this is a bad idea. He should let go, shove him off, get the hell out of here.
But then Roman breaks again, and he can see it. There’s a change, like everything that had been hard had fallen away. Cael stays still, watching, taking it in, blue eyes scanning Roman’s face just a moment longer, and then, against his better judgment and survival instinct, he curled his fingers tight in the fabric of Roman’s jacket to pull himself in. This time he wasn’t just being kissed, he was kissing Roman, taking the aggressive, making it clear that Roman wasn’t the only cocksucker in the room willing to show his hand.