[It... it’s definitely strange. Shiro has a love/hate relationship with the arm. Grateful that it functions so well and gives him his limb back (in a sense), but rueful because it feels like the strongest part of him is now something cruelly forced on him by his captors. Along with all the memories it brings with it, including the assistance it lent to his friends and the betrayal it caused him to commit. And he gets to see that each time he looks in the mirror or uses it. Along with the occasional phantom pains and lingering sensations that are no longer there outside the weight and movement.
But Mananan’s curiosity about it he takes in stride. Not the first time someone’s asked about it.] So far, it’s only ever been the bad way. No one’s ever tried anything gentle with it.
[He’ll admit, it did feel kind of nice to use the arm to break into the Galra’s system. And Pidge had always been careful when hooking his arm up to her computer or other such things. But most of the time, fighting with the thing and using it as an impromptu power source… are not comfortable. It’s somewhat obvious, since gentle touches wouldn’t trigger that pressure sensation, so he doubts he’d feel it. Physically. Gentle energy? He’s never had such a thing happen. But Mananan’s right; it does depend on the person’s intentions.
Shiro’s grateful they don’t linger on the arm too long. They can come back to it later if the angel wants. He’s acutely aware of softer touches on his skin, fingers sliding over his flesh. Nerves pick up the warmth and smoothness of Mananan’s fingertips, but the feelings momentarily dim or fade each time the angel crosses his scars, depending on their size. Eyes on his skin… It’s not the same as the lecherous, fearful, and murderous gazes he’s felt during his captivity. Not even the adoring gazes he’s received as a pilot and Paladin. It’s different. Curious. Nice. His skin’s light, smooth to touch despite the scars and molding to the hard bulges and curves of Shiro’s defined muscles. The angel’s eyes and his touch make him feel rather naked despite the boxer briefs on his lower half, but it’s not uncomfortable much. Unfortunately, some of the scars touched do pull back memories of how he got them, and he’s grateful for when Mananan leans over and kisses his shoulder. It pulls him out of his thoughts and back to reality. Before he can really think about it, Shiro leans over as well and brushes his mouth against the top of his angel’s head, resting his nose and lips among the raven-black strands. Good… it feels good. He feels good.
The Paladin shivers a bit as lips brush against his flesh, words melting on his skin.] A few times. I learned as a kid and it was required for the Garrison soldier. I haven’t done it recently though. Have you?
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Date: 2019-06-19 01:00 am (UTC)But Mananan’s curiosity about it he takes in stride. Not the first time someone’s asked about it.] So far, it’s only ever been the bad way. No one’s ever tried anything gentle with it.
[He’ll admit, it did feel kind of nice to use the arm to break into the Galra’s system. And Pidge had always been careful when hooking his arm up to her computer or other such things. But most of the time, fighting with the thing and using it as an impromptu power source… are not comfortable. It’s somewhat obvious, since gentle touches wouldn’t trigger that pressure sensation, so he doubts he’d feel it. Physically. Gentle energy? He’s never had such a thing happen. But Mananan’s right; it does depend on the person’s intentions.
Shiro’s grateful they don’t linger on the arm too long. They can come back to it later if the angel wants. He’s acutely aware of softer touches on his skin, fingers sliding over his flesh. Nerves pick up the warmth and smoothness of Mananan’s fingertips, but the feelings momentarily dim or fade each time the angel crosses his scars, depending on their size. Eyes on his skin… It’s not the same as the lecherous, fearful, and murderous gazes he’s felt during his captivity. Not even the adoring gazes he’s received as a pilot and Paladin. It’s different. Curious. Nice. His skin’s light, smooth to touch despite the scars and molding to the hard bulges and curves of Shiro’s defined muscles. The angel’s eyes and his touch make him feel rather naked despite the boxer briefs on his lower half, but it’s not uncomfortable much. Unfortunately, some of the scars touched do pull back memories of how he got them, and he’s grateful for when Mananan leans over and kisses his shoulder. It pulls him out of his thoughts and back to reality. Before he can really think about it, Shiro leans over as well and brushes his mouth against the top of his angel’s head, resting his nose and lips among the raven-black strands. Good… it feels good. He feels good.
The Paladin shivers a bit as lips brush against his flesh, words melting on his skin.] A few times. I learned as a kid and it was required for the Garrison soldier. I haven’t done it recently though. Have you?