[He's not supposed to turn his words on him like that!! Corvo blinks, and thanks god (lol) the room as dim as it is. If his face looks as hot as it is, he must look embarrassing.]
Y... You say that like I haven't had it. [Dammit, he's trying to be sexy here.]
[It's okay, the Outsider is just as into him when he's an awkward old man. Remember, Corvo could do just about anything and he'd still be into it...]
Oh, have you? Making assumptions is a dangerous game, Corvo. [like, was he wrong... no, but] If I have a heart yet left that beats, then it beats only thanks to your interference.
Seducing a god is already a dangerous game. [He manages without stammering like an awkward old man this time. But hey, the Outsider was sweet... dead hearts were morbid, but still.]
I don't have to hold it in my hands to know that. [He leans down for a kiss, but at the corner of his mouth. What a tease.] I hope your whales don't get too angry if I keep you.
[This is as sweet as he gets, a little sweet with a friendly reminder about the inevitability of death. Helpful!
He turns his head to catch Corvo's lips in a proper kiss before he addresses that whale business. What kind of a taunt is that...? His whales. His whales.]
[Hey, maybe their feelings are a legit concern. You don't know.]
We sail for Dunwall in the morning. [He leans his head down on the Outsider's, his voice low even with no one around to hear. Like it was their little secret.] I would for as long as the Void allows... but I won't keep you past dawn. Folding clothes wouldn't be very interesting.
If only, if only. [He doesn't care one lick about packing, or anything else besides Corvo being this close to him right now. Whatever's left of his heart might just beat after all, for real. The Outsider curls his fingers into Corvo's hair, to hold him there.]
Then until dawn, there is no better place than this.
Until dawn. [Corvo repeated, almost in mourning of the fact. He'll at least be sure there's another waking hour of kissing and... well, really half an hour, with his exhaustion catching up to him.
There really wasn't any escape till then, anyway, with him using the Outsider as a pillow when he did fall asleep. The missing vests would lie at their feet in the morning, but Wyman's gaze passed over the Outsider completely when they dropped them off.]
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My heart... Do you think so? [Does his heart even beat? Good question.] Then, since you insist on doing so much to it, you might as well have it.
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Y... You say that like I haven't had it. [Dammit, he's trying to be sexy here.]
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Oh, have you? Making assumptions is a dangerous game, Corvo. [like, was he wrong... no, but] If I have a heart yet left that beats, then it beats only thanks to your interference.
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I don't have to hold it in my hands to know that. [He leans down for a kiss, but at the corner of his mouth. What a tease.] I hope your whales don't get too angry if I keep you.
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He turns his head to catch Corvo's lips in a proper kiss before he addresses that whale business. What kind of a taunt is that...? His whales. His whales.]
And how long do you intend to keep me?
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We sail for Dunwall in the morning. [He leans his head down on the Outsider's, his voice low even with no one around to hear. Like it was their little secret.] I would for as long as the Void allows... but I won't keep you past dawn. Folding clothes wouldn't be very interesting.
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If only, if only. [He doesn't care one lick about packing, or anything else besides Corvo being this close to him right now. Whatever's left of his heart might just beat after all, for real. The Outsider curls his fingers into Corvo's hair, to hold him there.]
Then until dawn, there is no better place than this.
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There really wasn't any escape till then, anyway, with him using the Outsider as a pillow when he did fall asleep. The missing vests would lie at their feet in the morning, but Wyman's gaze passed over the Outsider completely when they dropped them off.]