[ Matt's incredibly bad at explaining what he means. The way casting spells feels like the inner world of his individual soul and the outer reaches of the universal soul become one. Or rather, the illusion that they're different falls away. It's why he relates the feeling to omniscience and omnipresence--why he can feel so hollow sometimes, when the feeling fades.
But whatever chance Matt had at explaining himself flies out the window at the kiss. He sighs into it, hm, and sways slightly after Tezcatlipoca when he pulls away, as if to chase his lips.
But then Tezca clarifies, and Matt laughs. ]
I hadn't thought that far ahead, [ he admits, honestly. Would his dick work right now? Unclear. ] No worries. I appreciate our choices tonight for what they were.
[ In his current frame of mind, he hears "I'm a cuddler" as totally literal, and smiles over it as he shrugs out of his own shirt. He reaches out to brush Tezca's shoulder affectionately. Now that he's touched one of his tattoos this evening, a sense of tactile completionism has him going for more. ]
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But whatever chance Matt had at explaining himself flies out the window at the kiss. He sighs into it, hm, and sways slightly after Tezcatlipoca when he pulls away, as if to chase his lips.
But then Tezca clarifies, and Matt laughs. ]
I hadn't thought that far ahead, [ he admits, honestly. Would his dick work right now? Unclear. ] No worries. I appreciate our choices tonight for what they were.
[ In his current frame of mind, he hears "I'm a cuddler" as totally literal, and smiles over it as he shrugs out of his own shirt. He reaches out to brush Tezca's shoulder affectionately. Now that he's touched one of his tattoos this evening, a sense of tactile completionism has him going for more. ]