— we could try ... another one-
his body was starting to have a reaction,and yaga’s patience was starting to wear thin.
still,though he gave alois a warning glare,he didn’t move from where he stood.
"chess? are you sure?"
alois asked — smug, and searching for more of yaga's reactions.
thus why one of his hands smoothed down lower and lower, 'til it rested just at yaga's belt.
palms continue their slow stroking pattern, now along yaga's chest. batting lashes with faux innocence, while eating up his every reaction.
"board games? i suppose that could be fun... is that what's on your mind right now?"
a sly little smirk decorates alois' face over yaga's reaction, which only encourages him further to smooth soft palms along the older's torso.
"anything but homework, really..."
— hm ...
trying to get some knots out of his shoulders.
— your brother is mistaken. i have to power in my own school. i didn’t choose for either of you to be executed.
(head resting on his arms, blankly staring at the wall. it's hard to relax and he doesn't quite manage it, face twisting now and then in pain.)
sure.
(inhaling, frowning.)
why is he getting executed?
turning back around at the sounds coming from the bed,he ignores the scarring,biting back a snort that threatened to escape.
warm palms press weakly to different points before settling in one spot.
— i’ll fortify my hands with cursed technique,need you to breathe in for me.
(hesitating for a moment longer before biting the bullet, shrugging off his jacket and hoodie.
he glances at the bed, slowly lowers himself face down, his brother’s writing etched into the skin along his spine.)