Post by Maverick Taurus Rotburn on Aug 12, 2015 21:11:08 GMT
Eyeing the other who swept away from him to prepare for bed as well, Maverick let out a sigh. He can still feel every touch that the other imparted on him in the last dozen or so minutes. The phantom touches that still tingle against his skin, whether it be from the punch or caress of his cheek... the grasp of his neck. Face pinking, Maverick shakes his head once and slips from the shirt and slacks that pool at his feet. "I have patience. I just don't find it useful applying it to so many things..."
He tugs up the airy set of pajama pant and ties a knot on the side. Turning, he leans back on the bed to watch the other change as well. It isn't that he's a pervert or anything. It's more clinical and assessing the product of what has peaked his latest interest. A male. Obviously they own the same anatomy, but there is just something fascinating about staring at another person's body and considering it possible to own theirs as well. "The rituals I work at don't require patience or meditation during its actual active part. That's a field my elder brother has mastered. I've no interest in it... Instead, what I do is quite opposite. My emotions are what fuels the process...
"It's taxing for people without high currents of energy levels and difficult for those who aren't, uh..." He bites down on his lower lip, searching for the right word and hating it at the same time, "-bipolar in nature."
His orbs wander to the arched windows. "There's only two other people in my family that can actually use this technique. My younger brother Demock... and my father."