[Ooh! What kind of LARPing do you do? It sounds like quite a to-do and a good adventure. (My partner and I do a lot of spoken/live RP, but we don't do the formalized game-style LARPing.) I hope you had a good day of rest and are holding up ok after the you-know-what results. This has just felt like a very long week and I am overwhelmingly glad that it's Friday.]
Aurus was sure the students saw nothing--or at least very little: hands dropping away from each other, perhaps, as he and Charles mutually sat back. Nothing directly suspect.
But that didn't stop him from feeling like the whole surface of his skin was alight with some telltale mark from the charge that had built between the two of them. There was a thrill to that, the enjoyment of a shared secret knowledge, like they had just agreed to a kind of intimate conspiracy.
Of course that sort of feeling came with the inevitable sense that everyone would be able to read it on them at once; as if the moment it was struck, it was already the worst kept secret any two people could have. This wasn't a guilty feeling for Aurus. But either way he was (luckily) much better at keeping these sorts of things private than most sylvari who had an overwhelming tendency to act like, since it felt as though everyone knew, everyone virtually did know and there was therefore no reason to bother keeping anything secret in the first place.
The biggest tell that Aurus showed was a particular look in his eyes as he nodded in assent at Charles' suggestion and moved to stand, letting Charles take the lead to Hank's lab.
Even if he managed to hide it, though, he was undeniably aware of how intense his desire for Charles had grown. Not in the crude, simple sense of lust. This was something far more complex, but something that nonetheless made him wish that he'd been able to go on touching Charles' skin, something that made his hands already miss him.
Of course it was impossible not to notice how the students watched them as they left the room. It wasn't as though these curious stares were new. Aurus had been getting them all morning, but now he couldn't help but wonder a little what the students knew, or imagined, or suspected. Barring some unforeseen mutant power, he rationally knew that they should have no way to read the energy building between himself and Charles, but Aurus had to wonder: might someone else read it? Might Hank? He didn't know nearly enough of this world's culture to guess what the reaction might be.
"I hope," he said to Charles in a low, half-playful voice once they had passed the initial group of staring students, "that your student body is not overly inclined towards gossip and speculation. I think once this volcano has been made I'd better start to meet some of them straight away lest any wild rumors take hold."
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Aurus was sure the students saw nothing--or at least very little: hands dropping away from each other, perhaps, as he and Charles mutually sat back. Nothing directly suspect.
But that didn't stop him from feeling like the whole surface of his skin was alight with some telltale mark from the charge that had built between the two of them. There was a thrill to that, the enjoyment of a shared secret knowledge, like they had just agreed to a kind of intimate conspiracy.
Of course that sort of feeling came with the inevitable sense that everyone would be able to read it on them at once; as if the moment it was struck, it was already the worst kept secret any two people could have. This wasn't a guilty feeling for Aurus. But either way he was (luckily) much better at keeping these sorts of things private than most sylvari who had an overwhelming tendency to act like, since it felt as though everyone knew, everyone virtually did know and there was therefore no reason to bother keeping anything secret in the first place.
The biggest tell that Aurus showed was a particular look in his eyes as he nodded in assent at Charles' suggestion and moved to stand, letting Charles take the lead to Hank's lab.
Even if he managed to hide it, though, he was undeniably aware of how intense his desire for Charles had grown. Not in the crude, simple sense of lust. This was something far more complex, but something that nonetheless made him wish that he'd been able to go on touching Charles' skin, something that made his hands already miss him.
Of course it was impossible not to notice how the students watched them as they left the room. It wasn't as though these curious stares were new. Aurus had been getting them all morning, but now he couldn't help but wonder a little what the students knew, or imagined, or suspected. Barring some unforeseen mutant power, he rationally knew that they should have no way to read the energy building between himself and Charles, but Aurus had to wonder: might someone else read it? Might Hank? He didn't know nearly enough of this world's culture to guess what the reaction might be.
"I hope," he said to Charles in a low, half-playful voice once they had passed the initial group of staring students, "that your student body is not overly inclined towards gossip and speculation. I think once this volcano has been made I'd better start to meet some of them straight away lest any wild rumors take hold."