He grabs at Heinrixās chest, gropes him through the fabric of his shirt, feels the heat of his body. He hooks a finger under the chain of his rosette, tugs down until the pendantās in his palm and grips it as if he could crush it. Cosmas has always wanted to pull him around by it, walk him like a hound. He twists and pulls until the chain goes taut and digs into the back of Heinrixās neck.
Your man.
He could be.
Not the Inquisitionās, not the Imperiumās, not even the Rogue Traderās, but Cosmasā man.
He could throttle him, for however long before his self-preservation instinct kicks in. Wrap his hands around the column of his thick neck and crush his windpipe like he wanted to kill him. See if the chain of his rosette could withstand the force heād use to strangle him. They could match, if only for a moment.
His free hand clamps over Heinrixās throat on its own, digging pale skin and dark metal into supple flesh. Blade to the throat. He lets go of the rosette in turn, hand splaying over Heinrixās chest. Fingers wrap around his wristāfor a moment Cosmas thinks heās going to be pulled off, but Heinrix lets go. Lets him press his thumb into the soft hollow under his jaw. Heinrixās pulse is quick, loud, pounding. Itās like heās holding his beating heart in his hand. He feels him swallow. Feels his Adamās apple move under his palm. It must hurt for his muscles to push against his hold. Cosmasā breath shallows in an imitation of Heinrixās no doubt decreasing air.
He imagines for one unrealistic moment that Heinrix really would let him keep him there until he asphyxiated to death.
āGot your man back, eh?ā Iako says with a knowing look. His face is still bruised from where Cosmas punched him, smears of dried blood remaining from a poor attempt at wiping it off. It only serves to make him look more handsome.
āYāmean Heinrix?ā Cosmas says, filling his flask with drinking water. It used to be idiraās. He likes to think heās honoring her sobriety this way.
āOh, you two looked awfully close, is all. Holding hands, how sweet. Bagged yourself an Inquisition boy didnāt you? That must come in handy.ā
