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[vocarrah]

So, ah.

Would anyone care to come visit? I can offer a much more...ah, intimate way to get warm. I'm sure you'd know I'm a most gracious host.

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[vocarrah]

Ah, as do I, as do I. [He pours himself the wine, making a noise as it's tinged somewhat pink by those last few drops of the red that never seem to come out without washing. He tips it toward Tyki, offering to refill his, as well]

People here keep to themselves, and while I can respect that, ah. I'm a social beast. And even those I do socialize with... [...as much as he absolutely adores them...] Well, their hands are the problem, you can imagine. I simply wither without the touch of another.

[Which is what makes Tyki delightful.]

[such_a_teez]

[Tyki happily accepts the refill, more wine is never a bad thing in his mind. Especially when it's such delightful wine. It makes him remember his home once more, and that feeling of warmth, and nostalgia mixing with alcohol really do have an influence on how chatty and relaxed he is.]

I'm fine either way, honestly. Touch is lovely, but I don't crave it. When I have it though, it's addictive. It's being a part of a person, for a short time. The intimacy is powerful, so I understand why some would avoid it. For some, that's frightening.

[vocarrah]

I suppose, I suppose! [He's met plenty of people who want to pull back, who seem acutely uncomfortable at the idea of touch and intimacy. But, ah, ah! ]

Being without touch is like having a fine wine, and none to share it with. One languishes in self-wrought misery. [And he raises a glass to Tyki. Glad, he is, to find a comrade here.]

[such_a_teez]

[Tyki laughs gently, a warm and real laugh that is rare for him, he's finding it hard to be amused these days. He's not making fun of Ianchus, he's not finding his words funny, but he's honestly amused at him.

Then he raises his own glass, appreciatively. This is good. This is real company, someone who's good enough to waste time doing little with. ] We've got wine and touch, so we'll be alright I think.

[vocarrah]

[Any laugh is good, and Ianchus grins in response. Wine and touch...well. He'll take that as an invitation, leaning closer to Tyki. He looks thoughtful, sipping the wine.]

It doesn't hurt? To, ah. Keep things inside you. Pull them out. Have someone else... [He lifts his hands, wiggling his fingers. As long as Tyki's not uncomfortable speaking about him, then he's definitely curious.]

[such_a_teez]

It doesn't, honestly. I don't even feel it if I'm the one that's putting them in and out. Sometimes, when my golems come out in a rush it's a little odd, but still nothing worth even mentioning. [He's quiet for a second, drinking his wine.] It felt strange when you touched, though. Intense. Not unpleasant, but it was a rush.

[vocarrah]

[Ianchus' eyes light up curiously.]
A rush. Ah, I imagine it would be. [He shifts with interest, rubbing his lower lip. When he speaks, his words are a little slower:]

What of the other way around? When you...do what you do. [What he saw Tyki doing, in that accidental moment.]

[such_a_teez]

[Tyki finishes his glass of wine then, uncomfortable but he's willing to talk. It's not that he's ashamed of his darker traits. It's just they're hard to handle, and most people wouldn't handle them quite as nicely as Ianchus does. He doesn't seem disgusted at all by him, and that's appealing.] It's not pleasant or unpleasant on a physical level. But emotionally, it's powerful. Perhaps frighteningly so.

[vocarrah]

Mmm. I can only imagine.
[He can't stop the grin that breaks over his mouth, as if he's said something arousing and scandalous. He takes a moment to collect himself, then tilts his head at Tyki, slight concern tinging his expression, though his hand is still hovering near his mouth.]

I apologize. Is this an unpleasant topic?

[such_a_teez]

[Ianchus is awful and addictive, and a wonderfully bad influence on Tyki. And that's the kind of thing that makes him warm up more, the mix of that grin and the concern even if it's slight.] No, it's not like that. But you have to understand, it's hard not to worry about how others will respond to this sort of conversation. It's hardly comforting to people what I'm capable of.

[vocarrah]

Ah!
[Ah, but he understands that worry, doesn't he. He nods, moving to fill Tyki's glass again--the red, this time.]

I understand that. I won't talk to anyone about what we talked about. So...be at ease.

[His voice lowers slightly, that mysterious smile still there.]

I understand plenty about dark tendencies. I shan't judge. I promise.

[such_a_teez]

[More wine helps Tyki to settle, and he nods in response.] I know. And I appreciate that. People talk. And those words don't always end up heard in the way they should be. It's easy to misconstrue. [Tyki raises an eyebrow then.] I judge myself anyway. But darker tendencies do that to a person, I suppose.

[vocarrah]

[Ianchus sips his wine silently, thoughtfully.]

Judging oneself...ah. It's difficult, isn't it?　When all you want is to be close to people, but you fear destroying them.

[Melodramatic? Ah, maybe. He'd never said he was anything else.]

[such_a_teez]

[He doesn't really strike Tyki as melodramatic. He'd fit right in with his family, honestly. There's a lot of over the top going on there as is. he's subtle compared to some of them.

Tyki nods, working on another long sip of wine.] It's hard when you enjoy causing harm. I'm not a particularly cruel person. But in the act, when it happens, the rush is incredible.

[vocarrah]

[He perks up at that, peering at Tyki with a deep interest, snatching on those words. Did he just admit what he thought he admitted. Not cruel, but...]

Ah. You enjoy hurting people?

[It's not at all accusatory. Just curious. Overwhelmingly curious.]