[Theo will circle back to notes and witchcraft - he's intently interested and he'll still choose to believe Oliver is much more talented than he'll give himself credit for, much like it is in reverse, but for now he's just watching Oliver look over the locket. Still feeling that... unsatisfied feeling as he gazes at what he made. Maybe this is how Willem felt more often than not, when magic was concerned. Knowing you could do better, greater things but having to start at gravel grazing levels, unattuned to it or held back. Theo wets his lips before answering:]
You gave me...
[He touches his fingers to his navel, thinking of the piercing that Oliver concocted to be a bit of a safety alarm. It's then he notices his fingertips are ashy, nail tips black but fading, and rubs his fingers together before dropping his hand to rest at his side.]
And it's like that, but more manual. You need me or want me to check in, just touch it. It'll share it like a nudge. I - am going to work on refining it like I said. But that's one of the first things I've ever made for someone else. Keep working on it with me?
( it feels a little closer to willem's magic than the magic he's gotten used to coming off of theo. oliver would be a little more worried about that, except. theo isn't willem, and any similarities are probably just because they come from the same side of the multiverse. theo's hand moves to his stomach, and oliver's eyes follow it before shifting back to the locket in hand. rubs his thumb over the inside of it once more, before he's closing the locket and raising the chain up to put it around his neck. he's not going to snark about poor workmanship, or the quality of theo's magic, or whatever. partially because it is fine, and partially because theo's self confidence with making charms is clearly shit, and oliver doesn't intend to make it any worse.
leans in close to theo once more after, so he can place a kiss against the corner of his lips this time. )
I like it just how it is. But if you want to work on it more later, we can.
[Theo likes the idea of working together - feels like a safe plan, a safe feeling to plan for. He looks Oliver over after he's put the locket around his neck and he... can see a thousand versions of himself all at once, all thanks to the face they share(d). He reaches to touch the chain, fingers skimming over where it rests against Oliver's skin before he's caressing up his neck soon after, and down his jaw. He chases one kiss with another, lingering lip to lip.]
( it's cute, how soft theo is. how oliver wearing a chain around his neck gets this much affection out of him---because theo likes seeing oliver wear his things. it's the same reason why oliver doesn't mind wearing collars: the sometimes possessive look his dominants get in their eyes when they see it on him, how much they like it. not because oliver likes being owned.
but because he likes people going weak for him. he likes that theo, too, wears pieces oliver has made for him. the ink in his skin, the piercing in his navel. the marks oliver likes to leave on him. ones he'll leave more of now, as he dips his head down to start nipping at theo's jaw, just because he likes to see the red left behind. )
[Theo relaxes into that, hand combing through Oliver's curls and he purrs a little - not unlike one of their stupid cats. He feels happy now, truly happy, and it's one of those rare but fleeting feelings so he wants to enjoy it while it lasts. He's started to really fear good things (see: Oliver) being ripped away from him much like people are ripped away from others here, just as soon as they get close. He lets him do what he wants to his neck and jaw, and laughs lightly:]
I call big spoon tonight, after the inevitable fucking.
( he'd tell theo how much of a little spoon he is, especially given how mushy he is for compliments, but oliver figures that there's no need to ruin the moment. oliver presses a hand to theo's shoulder, and leans back. looks him in the eye.
well. not ruin the moment for that moment, but this is clearly a whole new one that obviously deserves being ruined. soft squishy bullshit is only good in small quantities, and they've had enough of it for today. )
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You gave me...
[He touches his fingers to his navel, thinking of the piercing that Oliver concocted to be a bit of a safety alarm. It's then he notices his fingertips are ashy, nail tips black but fading, and rubs his fingers together before dropping his hand to rest at his side.]
And it's like that, but more manual. You need me or want me to check in, just touch it. It'll share it like a nudge. I - am going to work on refining it like I said. But that's one of the first things I've ever made for someone else. Keep working on it with me?
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leans in close to theo once more after, so he can place a kiss against the corner of his lips this time. )
I like it just how it is. But if you want to work on it more later, we can.
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[Theo likes the idea of working together - feels like a safe plan, a safe feeling to plan for. He looks Oliver over after he's put the locket around his neck and he... can see a thousand versions of himself all at once, all thanks to the face they share(d). He reaches to touch the chain, fingers skimming over where it rests against Oliver's skin before he's caressing up his neck soon after, and down his jaw. He chases one kiss with another, lingering lip to lip.]
I would be a lesser person without you around.
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but because he likes people going weak for him. he likes that theo, too, wears pieces oliver has made for him. the ink in his skin, the piercing in his navel. the marks oliver likes to leave on him. ones he'll leave more of now, as he dips his head down to start nipping at theo's jaw, just because he likes to see the red left behind. )
I know. I'm your favorite.
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I call big spoon tonight, after the inevitable fucking.
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well. not ruin the moment for that moment, but this is clearly a whole new one that obviously deserves being ruined. soft squishy bullshit is only good in small quantities, and they've had enough of it for today. )
Who said we were going to fuck tonight?
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[He's laughing again, though. Reaching up to gently nudge Oliver on the cheek.]
Why wouldn't we fuck. Honestly.
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( with a grin, before he's pulling himself up to his feet. )
Want to go play in Ragnor's room?
🎀
[Ragnor, be prepared.]