[Shiro can easily see how the question could be taken the other way. Hell, most people would’ve been strange if they hadn’t taken it the way Mananan had. While he’s glad the man gave him a chance to clarify it, the Paladin still feels awkward about the exchange. Do angels even have attractions towards humans? Or any other races for that matter? On the other hand, it wasn’t exactly crazy to invite the angel into the shower with him. Mananan’s his guardian angel and he’s at least admitted to seeing… Shiro rubs at his shoulder a few times, finding that way of thinking pretty perverted on his part.
The water’s hot and the steam’s quick to rise, pluming in the shower. Between the frosted glass and the billows, it’s mostly just the general masculine outline in the shower walls, but the distinct run of flesh color from top to bottom makes it obvious he’s not wearing a thing. Duh. He’s in the shower. Shiro brings his flesh arm in front of him, the blur of metallic and black in the shower door outline signifying the Paladin’s prosthetic. Gray eyes flick to the side as the angel’s voice comes through the spray of water. Oh good, he’s here. That at least makes Shiro feel better.]
You could wear something of mine? We’re about the same height. [Mananan’s a little more lithe than Shiro is, but he doesn’t think that’ll be much a problem. Right, he did invite the angel to sleep over tonight. Which also meant sharing the bed, come to think of it. Shiro frowns a bit as he looks at his hand. Seriously, he’s still wrestling with the shower invitation. Another time and he’d be seriously disturbed at him. But the war’s over, his ex has been dead for over a year, and there had been some… dalliances with the other Paladins during their journey. Is it really so wrong to want to experience some physical bonding with someone? His own angel for that matter? There’s definitely some stupid sacrilegious daring of an excitement tempting on his shoulder… But he doesn’t want to get Mananan in trouble either.
*siiigh*
Shiro looks at the door and the blur of black-clad angel through it. A small smile appears when he’s told he can see him so freely. Including another small flush at the mention of sleeping together again.] I really appreciate that, Mananan. [If he’d had the chance to know so long ago, things… No. He pushes the thought aside. All of that happened for a reason. They survived because of their challenges. And no, Shiro doesn’t think the angel is a miracle genie either. Still… company would’ve been nice at certain intervals. Being lonely is really stressful at times…
The Paladin gives a small breath, a mix of amusement, sarcasm, and ‘can’t believe I’m doing this’ together.] Well then… [The shower door pops from its seal slightly, letting the steam seep through.] How about you come in?
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Date: 2019-06-01 10:07 pm (UTC)The water’s hot and the steam’s quick to rise, pluming in the shower. Between the frosted glass and the billows, it’s mostly just the general masculine outline in the shower walls, but the distinct run of flesh color from top to bottom makes it obvious he’s not wearing a thing. Duh. He’s in the shower. Shiro brings his flesh arm in front of him, the blur of metallic and black in the shower door outline signifying the Paladin’s prosthetic. Gray eyes flick to the side as the angel’s voice comes through the spray of water. Oh good, he’s here. That at least makes Shiro feel better.]
You could wear something of mine? We’re about the same height. [Mananan’s a little more lithe than Shiro is, but he doesn’t think that’ll be much a problem. Right, he did invite the angel to sleep over tonight. Which also meant sharing the bed, come to think of it. Shiro frowns a bit as he looks at his hand. Seriously, he’s still wrestling with the shower invitation. Another time and he’d be seriously disturbed at him. But the war’s over, his ex has been dead for over a year, and there had been some… dalliances with the other Paladins during their journey. Is it really so wrong to want to experience some physical bonding with someone? His own angel for that matter? There’s definitely some stupid sacrilegious daring of an excitement tempting on his shoulder… But he doesn’t want to get Mananan in trouble either.
*siiigh*
Shiro looks at the door and the blur of black-clad angel through it. A small smile appears when he’s told he can see him so freely. Including another small flush at the mention of sleeping together again.] I really appreciate that, Mananan. [If he’d had the chance to know so long ago, things… No. He pushes the thought aside. All of that happened for a reason. They survived because of their challenges. And no, Shiro doesn’t think the angel is a miracle genie either. Still… company would’ve been nice at certain intervals. Being lonely is really stressful at times…
The Paladin gives a small breath, a mix of amusement, sarcasm, and ‘can’t believe I’m doing this’ together.] Well then… [The shower door pops from its seal slightly, letting the steam seep through.] How about you come in?