-Iovis & Jove-
Always want what you can't have
But is it so bad if you don't get what you wanted
Make you feel good
As I'm with you
Let me shape you
Let's get it started
Sky eyes locked on Durill's face, he seemed so lost in thought. Completely absorbed in his mind that Iovis had to wonder.. what was he thinking about. His voice sounded different, more distant then it had been. Not that the tone fully changed only the why he spoke let on that something had cause him to pull back, something in his mind? But what had set it off?
The blonds feet came to a slow stop when the question was released into the air. His head tittled to the side, eyes frowning as he worked though the odd question. How did someone answer a question like that? How could anyone really describe feelings to someone who hadn't felt them on their own. For a moment he admit he was confused by the question, why would Durill be asking that? Then it dawned that he wasn't fully human, that under that human looking skin was really a heart of metal. It was a concept Vis hadn't fully allowed to sink in yet. He'd heard the words yes, knew them to be true. But had yet to think about what that meant beyond his smart brain and superior strength. What did it mean to be him? To look at everyone around him and just wonder what lifted their faces into a smile? What made them laugh, or cry, or anything that humans show so thoughtlessly.
Iovis was one of those thoughtless ones, just a person that never considered what it might be like without his feelings. But then why should he, he was human after all. But Durill... he wasn't, and this must be a question that burned in him to often."I don't.. I'm not sure how to describe it." But he had to try, for Druill's peace of mind at least. "Some of them are really nice, up lifting. They make you feel... giddy, like you've got bubbles in your stomach and you can't help but like it. Others like, sadness, they make you feel like you've got a weight on you. Sometimes if you let it go to much you start to feel sick, other times you feel better once its all out, lighter." Vis did his best to keep speaking, trying to give his best description on all the emotions he could think on. Using real life examples rather then emotions. For hatred, he used fire. For doubt, the feeling of drowning. And on it went until they finally came to a stop outside the store.
Vis reach a hand up, running it though his light hair. "I hope I helped a bit." He said, shifting his feet. Now he wouldn't be able to get it off his mind. What did it feel like to not feel?
~+~
Jove didn't stop himself from rolling his eyes at the kids temper tantrum. Over something small like a phone. Well, maybe not small, but unimportant, to Jove at least. "Get over it pop-star." His words were cold, slightly annoyed. He didn't really like being called trash even if he knew it to be true, but he sure didn't like Vis or Durill being called the same thing. After all they were only in this because of him. But the males bravo was used up fast and soon he was scared all over again. Jove was starting to think he liked him better that way. Even with the plague of guilt at least he was relatively quite.
But the question caught him off guard, not that it should have. After all he would want to know if they were some dirty perverts that were gonna beat him and pass him around until the ransomed was made, and then what kill him. Jove would admit, none of this had been planed out. Everything had been spur of the moment, a need to get it done then and there. Now, he was trying to catch up with his own choices.
"Nothing, as long as your good." He finally said. In fact he would prefer to just leave him bound to the bed until all this was over. But things like the bathroom and food would come into play before he could do that. Still in order to keep him quite Jove knew he would have to play the part of a real kidnapper, which meant intimidation. So the bigger man clap his fingers on the males fine chin, holding soft skin with his own rough fingers. He forced Kyaku's head up a bit, though he didn't press enough for the touch to hurt, he didn't truly want to hurt him after all. "And I do expect you to behave. We don't have to keep you around forever, or return you in top condition. So if you want to get out of here with th least trauma as you can... then I suggest for your own safety you play by my rules." His eyes were narrowed, showing a promise he didn't know if he would honestly keep. Not that Kyaku would know that.
The blonds feet came to a slow stop when the question was released into the air. His head tittled to the side, eyes frowning as he worked though the odd question. How did someone answer a question like that? How could anyone really describe feelings to someone who hadn't felt them on their own. For a moment he admit he was confused by the question, why would Durill be asking that? Then it dawned that he wasn't fully human, that under that human looking skin was really a heart of metal. It was a concept Vis hadn't fully allowed to sink in yet. He'd heard the words yes, knew them to be true. But had yet to think about what that meant beyond his smart brain and superior strength. What did it mean to be him? To look at everyone around him and just wonder what lifted their faces into a smile? What made them laugh, or cry, or anything that humans show so thoughtlessly.
Iovis was one of those thoughtless ones, just a person that never considered what it might be like without his feelings. But then why should he, he was human after all. But Durill... he wasn't, and this must be a question that burned in him to often."I don't.. I'm not sure how to describe it." But he had to try, for Druill's peace of mind at least. "Some of them are really nice, up lifting. They make you feel... giddy, like you've got bubbles in your stomach and you can't help but like it. Others like, sadness, they make you feel like you've got a weight on you. Sometimes if you let it go to much you start to feel sick, other times you feel better once its all out, lighter." Vis did his best to keep speaking, trying to give his best description on all the emotions he could think on. Using real life examples rather then emotions. For hatred, he used fire. For doubt, the feeling of drowning. And on it went until they finally came to a stop outside the store.
Vis reach a hand up, running it though his light hair. "I hope I helped a bit." He said, shifting his feet. Now he wouldn't be able to get it off his mind. What did it feel like to not feel?
~+~
Jove didn't stop himself from rolling his eyes at the kids temper tantrum. Over something small like a phone. Well, maybe not small, but unimportant, to Jove at least. "Get over it pop-star." His words were cold, slightly annoyed. He didn't really like being called trash even if he knew it to be true, but he sure didn't like Vis or Durill being called the same thing. After all they were only in this because of him. But the males bravo was used up fast and soon he was scared all over again. Jove was starting to think he liked him better that way. Even with the plague of guilt at least he was relatively quite.
But the question caught him off guard, not that it should have. After all he would want to know if they were some dirty perverts that were gonna beat him and pass him around until the ransomed was made, and then what kill him. Jove would admit, none of this had been planed out. Everything had been spur of the moment, a need to get it done then and there. Now, he was trying to catch up with his own choices.
"Nothing, as long as your good." He finally said. In fact he would prefer to just leave him bound to the bed until all this was over. But things like the bathroom and food would come into play before he could do that. Still in order to keep him quite Jove knew he would have to play the part of a real kidnapper, which meant intimidation. So the bigger man clap his fingers on the males fine chin, holding soft skin with his own rough fingers. He forced Kyaku's head up a bit, though he didn't press enough for the touch to hurt, he didn't truly want to hurt him after all. "And I do expect you to behave. We don't have to keep you around forever, or return you in top condition. So if you want to get out of here with th least trauma as you can... then I suggest for your own safety you play by my rules." His eyes were narrowed, showing a promise he didn't know if he would honestly keep. Not that Kyaku would know that.
Why give up, why give in?
It's not enough, it never is.
So I will go on until the end.
It's not enough, it never is.
So I will go on until the end.