[Spoken oh-so-innocently as he grins at the way that blush on Jack deepens. The smile growing, too... All of it. It's hard to keep to his decision not to run away even now. All of these nice things-- he couldn't stand the thought of having them while there's a risk of losing them. It's too terrifying. And he feels like the only thing really holding himself on this promise of giving it a shot is Jack here in front of him, looking at him like that and reciprocating and holding onto his shirt.
He considers that last question quietly, and for once he doesn't busy himself with other actions and motions. He just looks at him and lets the smile fade away to a more neutral, thoughtful expression. He's already spoken too much, but if it's to make this point...
He wants to make this point. Let him know what he does appreciate.]
I wasn't born with those wings, you know. [It might seem out of nowhere, the way he starts it, but he only pauses for comprehension and it's clear he's getting on to explaining just what he's talking about.] It's because of my crystal, along with a few other things, but... There was a while when I had to undergo a transformation.
I couldn't feel anything. No hot, no cold, no wind or water or someone's hand... I couldn't taste anything, I couldn't sleep, I couldn't talk. It was just a week, but it drove me nuts.
[Leaning closer, he pulls Jack into something almost like a hug. More like just an embrace of them being close, his face near his neck and his hands at his waist now. Enjoying the cold. Making a point of it...?
He's pretty cheesy himself.
But he got those senses back. At least most of the way. He was lucky enough to. He didn't suffer nearly as much as Colette. Not at all... He never had to be soulless. He never had to go through a journey never knowing what would happen next, experiencing this slowly or reacting with an illness. His was simple, mechanical, plotted.]
I like this cold. It's not... weird, it's just you. [Not the same as someone dead, exactly-- to Zelos it feels more living. Not in the same way as warmth, but very much moving, and crisp and there rather than an absence of heat.] A lot of the time I get tired of everything. I feel like it'd be better to just disappear. ...But things like this remind me I'm still human. I guess I haven't lost everything just yet.
[Now there's a bit of a pause and a breathy laugh as Zelos shifts his arms to flop lazily around Jack's shoulders, more draping himself on him than any real hug or embrace of the moment now. Back to usual, perhaps...]
Oh, man, what am I even saying? That was really corny... [HE NEVER ADMITS THESE THINGS but it just spills out like that. Hm.] Anyway, just don't worry about me, mmkay? I like to think I make it pretty clear what I am or am not okay with.
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[Spoken oh-so-innocently as he grins at the way that blush on Jack deepens. The smile growing, too... All of it. It's hard to keep to his decision not to run away even now. All of these nice things-- he couldn't stand the thought of having them while there's a risk of losing them. It's too terrifying. And he feels like the only thing really holding himself on this promise of giving it a shot is Jack here in front of him, looking at him like that and reciprocating and holding onto his shirt.
He considers that last question quietly, and for once he doesn't busy himself with other actions and motions. He just looks at him and lets the smile fade away to a more neutral, thoughtful expression. He's already spoken too much, but if it's to make this point...
He wants to make this point. Let him know what he does appreciate.]
I wasn't born with those wings, you know. [It might seem out of nowhere, the way he starts it, but he only pauses for comprehension and it's clear he's getting on to explaining just what he's talking about.] It's because of my crystal, along with a few other things, but... There was a while when I had to undergo a transformation.
I couldn't feel anything. No hot, no cold, no wind or water or someone's hand... I couldn't taste anything, I couldn't sleep, I couldn't talk. It was just a week, but it drove me nuts.
[Leaning closer, he pulls Jack into something almost like a hug. More like just an embrace of them being close, his face near his neck and his hands at his waist now. Enjoying the cold. Making a point of it...?
He's pretty cheesy himself.
But he got those senses back. At least most of the way. He was lucky enough to. He didn't suffer nearly as much as Colette. Not at all... He never had to be soulless. He never had to go through a journey never knowing what would happen next, experiencing this slowly or reacting with an illness. His was simple, mechanical, plotted.]
I like this cold. It's not... weird, it's just you. [Not the same as someone dead, exactly-- to Zelos it feels more living. Not in the same way as warmth, but very much moving, and crisp and there rather than an absence of heat.] A lot of the time I get tired of everything. I feel like it'd be better to just disappear. ...But things like this remind me I'm still human. I guess I haven't lost everything just yet.
[Now there's a bit of a pause and a breathy laugh as Zelos shifts his arms to flop lazily around Jack's shoulders, more draping himself on him than any real hug or embrace of the moment now. Back to usual, perhaps...]
Oh, man, what am I even saying? That was really corny... [HE NEVER ADMITS THESE THINGS but it just spills out like that. Hm.] Anyway, just don't worry about me, mmkay? I like to think I make it pretty clear what I am or am not okay with.