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Post by Tybalt on Jun 30, 2012 0:20:54 GMT -5
There was a little bit of a pause, and Tybalt turned his head so that he could feel the hair on Doom's hard chest against his cheek and jaw.
"My lord... "
His mouth worked sullenly. He did not know how to use words, and he needed them at his command now more than ever.
"I have seen many men disfigured in battles and skirmishes, most of them for ignoble causes. It would not sicken me or cause me to think any less of you- If -"
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jun 30, 2012 0:28:04 GMT -5
Tybalt's young cheek looked very soft.
"Yes?"
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Post by Tybalt on Jun 30, 2012 0:29:02 GMT -5
"If I saw."
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jun 30, 2012 0:32:17 GMT -5
Coming from Tybalt it seemed like a reasonable request.
"I might permit it."
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Post by Tybalt on Jun 30, 2012 0:34:36 GMT -5
"I would not mean to intrude."
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jun 30, 2012 0:38:11 GMT -5
"If you'll sit up, I will relieve you of your blindfold."
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Post by Tybalt on Jun 30, 2012 0:39:56 GMT -5
Tybalt kissed his chest and pushed himself to mostly sitting.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jun 30, 2012 0:45:44 GMT -5
Victor loosened the knot, leaving it to Tybalt to finally pull the cloth away from his face, and sat back carefully to arrange himself . Even when grudgingly compliant, the prideful part of him -- by far the dominant part in all his dealings -- felt sullen and exposed. He didn't want to terrify him outright, but it was a struggle to keep a frown from twisting his scarred lip.
"--Very well."
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Post by Tybalt on Jun 30, 2012 1:08:28 GMT -5
Tybalt, cautious and a little bit tense, took the blindfold down when he realized Doom wouldn't, and his first response was a very minor recoil, and a sympathetic wince.
Tybalt had not lied - he had seen much scarring - but burn scars were not something he was overwhelmingly familiar with. Fire was not used as a weapon much in Verona. Only accidents discharging firearms had ever led to any scars he had seen, and they were not nearly so extensive as this. Doom's features could still be made out, his bone structure still quite fine, and there did not appear to be nerve damage; his mouth and his eyelids were more or less intact, but the skin all over his face, though no longer red, was puckered, wrinkled, and folded.
Tybalt did not dare touch him - he did not want to be intrusive - but he gazed a long time before he spoke.
"How- how did it happen?"
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jun 30, 2012 1:21:14 GMT -5
"Through my own impatience."
It wouldn't be like telling the girl, an elaborate method of menacing her. Tybalt had been so chilled by the mere mention of a Christian hell -- how would he ever understand the fate that had befallen Victor's mother? Or the lengths to which he'd gone to restore her, to speak with her or to receive some sign. While adept at magic he seemed to have no call toward the sciences whatsoever -- Reed was at its genesis, and many more men like him, but it had been Victor's own punishing boldness that had caused the worst of it, his haste in the face of simple physics.
His mouth felt dry, and he was acutely aware of Tybalt's responses, though mercifully -- incomprehensibly -- he showed no overt disgust.
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Post by Tybalt on Jun 30, 2012 2:09:42 GMT -5
His eyes rested on Doom's, though would often dart down his face again and then back.
"Im- impatience, my lord?"
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jun 30, 2012 2:13:58 GMT -5
"Would you care to touch it?"
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Post by Tybalt on Jun 30, 2012 2:17:28 GMT -5
He reached out and stroked Doom's cheek.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jun 30, 2012 2:21:04 GMT -5
His mouth twitched a little.
"I'm not capable of a great deal of feeling. They're only burns, it's nothing congenital."
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Post by Tybalt on Jun 30, 2012 2:29:13 GMT -5
He pulled his hand back. "Forgive me-"
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