[Jamil Viper knew that he was (supposedly) clever, but at times like this he felt like an absolute fucking idiot. He stares at Kalim, his mind strangely blank as he processes what it is that Kalim had said, and also all the ways he likely misinterpreted what it was that Kalim said.
But, ah, there was the problem with such simplicity: too few words, too few places to take it. It was just two sentences, eight words. (Nine if he counted the compound word. Jamil didn't.) Simple and short.
He froze like a deer in headlights, or maybe like a performer poised to bow before the audience and simply waiting for the curtain call. His instincts told him: he should do as Kalim asked, he shouldn't do as Kalim asked. He should give him everything and he should give him nothing. He bites his lip for a moment, flight and fight, hesitating...
...and feeling disgusted with himself for that hesitation.
Then, after a moment, Jamil takes Kalim's hand in his own and...nearly plops it on his face, much to his surprise, he didn't think he'd want that but his mind said put Kalim's hand on your cheek and he went oh. Huh. (And makes a slightly thoughtful noise at the realization, one Kalim can hear, a soft hum.)
He doesn't. Jamil just stubbornly does what he intended in the first place, which is to take Kalim's hand and slide it under his shirt...just a little. Just a tiny little bit, his dark eyes watchful, seeing Kalim's reaction.]
i picked that version for a reason, minor key adds tragedy and mystery to it
But, ah, there was the problem with such simplicity: too few words, too few places to take it. It was just two sentences, eight words. (Nine if he counted the compound word. Jamil didn't.) Simple and short.
He froze like a deer in headlights, or maybe like a performer poised to bow before the audience and simply waiting for the curtain call. His instincts told him: he should do as Kalim asked, he shouldn't do as Kalim asked. He should give him everything and he should give him nothing. He bites his lip for a moment, flight and fight, hesitating...
...and feeling disgusted with himself for that hesitation.
Then, after a moment, Jamil takes Kalim's hand in his own and...nearly plops it on his face, much to his surprise, he didn't think he'd want that but his mind said put Kalim's hand on your cheek and he went oh. Huh. (And makes a slightly thoughtful noise at the realization, one Kalim can hear, a soft hum.)
He doesn't. Jamil just stubbornly does what he intended in the first place, which is to take Kalim's hand and slide it under his shirt...just a little. Just a tiny little bit, his dark eyes watchful, seeing Kalim's reaction.]