01.Feb.12, 04:15 AM
Well, he supposed kissing a girl was better than nothing. However, he would also imagine that it would make Talian more aware of when he was hitting on someone, and the gestures he had made towards Erisi were too bold to be excused by his subconscious acting out. Erisi wasn't entirely buying that idea. To some degree, Talian had to have been aware of what he was doing. "At least you're not a lost cause," he grumbled. He had no idea how to progress through this situation. It had definitely escalated into an awkward territory Erisi was used to only after having a one-night stand with someone.
"It's fine, really, I understand wanting someone to talk to. Do I have to list out what signals you've given me, though? I can, but I think it'd bring us to a degree of humiliation that I am in no state to cope with." How could Talian not see how blatantly he had been hitting on Erisi? The man obviously realized that he had to a degree, and clearly that degree was small enough to be excusable. "You can talk to someone without hitting on them, you know." He was embarrassed, and to hide it he was lashing out at Talian. It was better for him to pin the blame on someone else. His conscience could rest easier thinking that this was entirely Talian's fault, and not his own misjudgment. The words themselves, though, lacked the usual venom he was known to infuse them with. For some reason, it was nearly impossible for him to be an angry drunk. Drinking seemed to calm him, sate whatever vile beast that resided in him. If he was sober, he would have been a whole lot more upset.
Erisi removed his hand from his face, blue eyes cutting back over to Talian. While the man had put some distance between them earlier, that distance clearly had been shortened again. A thought was rolling through his head that could not be so easily dismissed, and he was very inclined to act upon it.
And so with a heavy sigh, he did.
He did not exactly jump Talian. His movement was fast, but fluid, hardly giving Talian time to react before he had closed the distance between them. A hand lifted, placing itself on the back of Talian's head to keep him from bucking away (which Erisi completely expected him to do). Slender lips pressed against Talian's own, and to Erisi's credit, he was not a bad kisser. He had a fair amount of experience underneath his belt, and he fully intended to win Talian over for a few seconds. It was his reward for putting up with this wherry shit of a situation. His lips were claiming and persuasive, if not impatient. His body was close, but not so close to press every one of Talian's boundaries. The kiss was doing enough of that.
"It's fine, really, I understand wanting someone to talk to. Do I have to list out what signals you've given me, though? I can, but I think it'd bring us to a degree of humiliation that I am in no state to cope with." How could Talian not see how blatantly he had been hitting on Erisi? The man obviously realized that he had to a degree, and clearly that degree was small enough to be excusable. "You can talk to someone without hitting on them, you know." He was embarrassed, and to hide it he was lashing out at Talian. It was better for him to pin the blame on someone else. His conscience could rest easier thinking that this was entirely Talian's fault, and not his own misjudgment. The words themselves, though, lacked the usual venom he was known to infuse them with. For some reason, it was nearly impossible for him to be an angry drunk. Drinking seemed to calm him, sate whatever vile beast that resided in him. If he was sober, he would have been a whole lot more upset.
Erisi removed his hand from his face, blue eyes cutting back over to Talian. While the man had put some distance between them earlier, that distance clearly had been shortened again. A thought was rolling through his head that could not be so easily dismissed, and he was very inclined to act upon it.
And so with a heavy sigh, he did.
He did not exactly jump Talian. His movement was fast, but fluid, hardly giving Talian time to react before he had closed the distance between them. A hand lifted, placing itself on the back of Talian's head to keep him from bucking away (which Erisi completely expected him to do). Slender lips pressed against Talian's own, and to Erisi's credit, he was not a bad kisser. He had a fair amount of experience underneath his belt, and he fully intended to win Talian over for a few seconds. It was his reward for putting up with this wherry shit of a situation. His lips were claiming and persuasive, if not impatient. His body was close, but not so close to press every one of Talian's boundaries. The kiss was doing enough of that.