In fact, Chrollo could use the silence, the moment away from him. Because when he thinks of an "end..." it makes him a little sick.
Not death, not at all - death is nothing to him, and it was even before he arrived in a place where death is literally nothing. But ending things between them...
...
He stares down for a moment, and then takes a breath and stands.]
It should be interesting, at least... however things go between now and then.
[Silence, and he'll get it, besides the close of a door, the muted rush of water. Hisoka sighs, closing his eyes as he splashes cold water against his face, hands cold against porcelain, leaning over the sink. The sound of the faucet rushes in his ears, feeling drops of water slip down his face.]
[He's not really thinking about what he was saying. About his past. Infact- when he spoke of it then, he wasn't thoughtful at all, was focused more on Chrollo and his reactions, his words, than his own thoughts. How strange. To be so intrigued by someone that your entire mind, your whole focus was on them.]
[An end he said.]
[Recollecting it now, only seconds ago- an end.]
[He smiles, chuckling to himself as he turns the faucet off and moves to unbutton his shirt. He had none in mind. No end, no finale. Besides a fight no- Hisoka hadn't planned on that being the end, not if it was here, not anymore. He assumed it was for a while but this far in? As much as he wants him now, he'd continue to pursue him after his own death or Chrollos. There was no way he wouldn't. He drops the shirt, glancing down and laces fingers over the slight left overs of marks from not long ago, smirking to himself.]
[If he was to be here with that man, he'd take from him as long as he was able.]
[The door will open soon, his hair slightly wet, sticking to his face, expression blank. He looks up, glancing to where Chrollo might be now.]
[Well, it's probably not overly surprising to find that Chrollo has taken the time to get rid of his shirt and put on a robe, not to mention shed off the bandage covering his forehead.
Even less surprising to find that he's currently standing by the bookshelf, flipping through some book.
He looks up when Hisoka returns, though, and even gives a little smile.]
[A smile. He steps over, taking no time in between finding him and going to tangle his arms around his waist, hunching to set his head on a shoulder. To turn it, tuck it into his neck.]
[What a strange change in atmosphere since Hisoka arrived. But. He'll take it.
So he turns his head a little and kisses the side of Hisoka's face and...
...he really doesn't want it all to end. If he's honest. Strange and unexplainable as it might be, it's still the truth. His chest clenches a little...
But he'll let it go for now. He'll kiss that cold, damp hair and hold him and try not to think.]
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In fact, Chrollo could use the silence, the moment away from him. Because when he thinks of an "end..." it makes him a little sick.
Not death, not at all - death is nothing to him, and it was even before he arrived in a place where death is literally nothing. But ending things between them...
...
He stares down for a moment, and then takes a breath and stands.]
It should be interesting, at least... however things go between now and then.
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[He's not really thinking about what he was saying. About his past. Infact- when he spoke of it then, he wasn't thoughtful at all, was focused more on Chrollo and his reactions, his words, than his own thoughts. How strange. To be so intrigued by someone that your entire mind, your whole focus was on them.]
[An end he said.]
[Recollecting it now, only seconds ago- an end.]
[He smiles, chuckling to himself as he turns the faucet off and moves to unbutton his shirt. He had none in mind. No end, no finale. Besides a fight no- Hisoka hadn't planned on that being the end, not if it was here, not anymore. He assumed it was for a while but this far in? As much as he wants him now, he'd continue to pursue him after his own death or Chrollos. There was no way he wouldn't. He drops the shirt, glancing down and laces fingers over the slight left overs of marks from not long ago, smirking to himself.]
[If he was to be here with that man, he'd take from him as long as he was able.]
[The door will open soon, his hair slightly wet, sticking to his face, expression blank. He looks up, glancing to where Chrollo might be now.]
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Even less surprising to find that he's currently standing by the bookshelf, flipping through some book.
He looks up when Hisoka returns, though, and even gives a little smile.]
Don't you look fresh?
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[A smile. He steps over, taking no time in between finding him and going to tangle his arms around his waist, hunching to set his head on a shoulder. To turn it, tuck it into his neck.]
[Fresh, yes, his face and hair are cold.]
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So he turns his head a little and kisses the side of Hisoka's face and...
...he really doesn't want it all to end. If he's honest. Strange and unexplainable as it might be, it's still the truth. His chest clenches a little...
But he'll let it go for now. He'll kiss that cold, damp hair and hold him and try not to think.]