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Thom is alone in his room.

::quietly:: 'Don't.'

::licks his throat again::

'You smell like power... like Cheysuli.'

::shudders and echos:: Don't.

::stares at him for a moment, then the void is there, with the eerie sensation of ghostly paws holding him down, turning into human hands as Brennan-the-human replaces Brennan-the-cat, still lying on top of Thom::

::turns his head, then, and looks away at last::

::moves one hand up to cup Thom's cheek, lightly stroking his cheekbone with his thumb::

Sshh, meijhana...

Don't touch me.

::quietly:: Is that really what you want, meijhana?

::leans down and gently kisses him::

::Thom's eyes grow impossibly large.

He can't sense any malevolence in Brennan, and that's perhaps most frightening of all.

He's never been kissed like this before.

So he shoves desperately at Brennan and squirms, trying to crawl out from beneath him.::

::moves back, sitting on his heels and biting his lip. He's not used to feeling like this, especially about another man. It's confusing::

::softly:: Shansu, meijhana.

::Sits up slowly, takes a deep breath, and wipes his mouth roughly on his sleeve. He hugs himself and gestures sharply towards the door with a swift motion of his head.

Just as softly:: Out.

Now.

::stands up gracefully::

I know you won't believe me, meijhana, but I am sorry. I shouldn't have said or done any of that. You didn't deserve that sort of anger.

::very quietly:: But I do not regret kissing you.

::with that, he leaves, Sleeta following::

::Brennan isn't lying; Thom can feel it in the link. He doesn't even have to try.

Brennan isn't lying.

And Thom doesn't understand.::

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