Re: (After)life: Nel L & Lear L
It was a whole hell of a lot easier to 'let go' when you had 75% of a planet, most of it unexplored, to move around in. Already known for being hostile to humanity, no one thought much of planes or ships that went missing in the open sea. Which was probably why Lear didn't even really have floodgates to close. There had never been any need. He had some self-control, obviously, or he never would have made it on land at all, but, no one in their right mind would ever say he was contained.
"Giving it up easy makes them uninteresting?" Lear asked, a hand to his own chest, long fingers in a spindled splay. He gave it up easy, didn't he? He smiled, not really offended at all, and he exhaled a puff of smoke in the shape of a ring. He looked over at Nel and her cadre of secrets, all captured in a small quirk of lips and a web-strand of smoke. He sucked on his bottom lip a moment before letting it pop free. "A virgin? Really? What did you do? Talk?" Another inhale on his cigarillo. "Have you been here long enough to find anyone?" He grinned. "Anyone I don't have patience for?"
The scratch of nails felt good and Lear looked up to watch her wrist. His gaze broke away like ice from sheet dropping into the clutches of the ocean and his grin gained traction as his sister declared herself reformed. Lear let himself sink a little more into the couch, long legs shifting under the coffee table, his side to Nel's, but his face turned toward her. When she took hold of his chin, he peered at her, almost level now. He didn't quite move into the touch, but he didn't remove himself from it. Her skin was warm against his, but he was cold-blooded, wasn't he? "You can be parochial. I believe that. But, I don't think you go unnoticed." She removed her hand, and Lear sighed slightly, even as he still smiled. "Is it an erotic sitting?" He knew about her coffee table books.