Teeth Like Confessions

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The bartender took notice of Silas' request for a refill and obliged him quickly, the second drink slid towards him in a smooth motion. Cupid's eyelids fluttered as Silas' knuckle came to glide under his chin, that slow and catlike smile returning as he tilted just a little into the touch. He reached up, then, palm coming to rest on the back of Silas' hand, caressing it warmly and invitingly, pressing it to him. His eyes lidded, he leaned forward slowly to murmur into the shell of the other man's ear, "Oh... I promise to be so very good." The smile lingered. "I've got access to some real interesting things...can't say you'd find them in most circles. I have a secret little spot I like not too far from here where we can have a little fun." This offer was followed with tugging, coaxing fingers and soon Silas found himself led by the cuff of his coat, Cupid glancing back with a grin that was all mischief and effortless confidence. There was something that recollected a very specific painting in the gesture, something like a woodland sylph coaxing a satyr from the riverbank (albeit with far less reluctance), painted by Bouguereau. Cupid led him away from the noise and lights, through hallways that seemed to branch off confusingly with every turn. The music dulled into a distant heartbeat until even that became little more than a memory.

Besides, there was something rather endearing about the excitement Cupid seemed to have over showing him whatever secret he'd been hiding away. That, and Cupid was rather cute in himself. The vibe of the club and that combined- he didn’t give it a second thought. Not that he would have had they been elsewhere, in truth.

The moment they stepped inside though, his pace slowed, dark eyes immediately beginning to wander around the space they'd entered. They travelled from the draped fabrics overhead, to the mountains of blankets and cushions, the coloured lights spilling over every surface, before finally settling on that enormous circular window overlooking Gotham itself. A quiet laugh escaped him then, shaking his head slightly as he stepped further inside, fingertips absently brushing over one of the pieces of draped fabric,

"Well... fuck me," He said it under his breath more than anything, though the grin accompanying it made it obvious exactly what he thought of the place, "This is incredible."

His attention lingered on the room for another moment before eventually returning to Cupid himself, his smile softening into something a little more amused, a little more fond, pausing to swallow his drink down in one rather than risk the pillows when he sat.

"You know..." He began, a quiet chuckle following as he gestured vaguely around them both in a slow turn to take in anything he may have missed, "This actually makes a lot of sense." He moved over towards the window, leaning forward slightly, til his breath faintly fogged it, hands folded behind his back, to take in the sight of the city below, sprawling onward, a melting pot of people, a mountainrange of neon, smoke, glass, steel and stone.

"You spend who knows how long creating a place for people to lose themselves downstairs, then you've gone and hidden yourself away up here in a place where you can do exactly the same thing." Silas' smile pulled a little wider at that, warmth settling easily into his expression, the kind that reached up to his eyes, "I like that." There wasn't much hesitation in saying it either, turning on the heel of a slightly scuffed but cared for boot with his gaze turned from the city to instead openly drifting over Cupid for a moment, then returning to the room itself, brow raising ever so slightly with playful curiosity.

His attention followed Cupid’s across the quieter upper bar for a moment then- most were at the larger bar downstairs, or out on dance floors, or by the stages, not tucked away up here in the smaller section. Add to the fact that it was still relatively early in the night, it almost made the space feel somehow more intimate than it was already designed to be.

"I know what you mean," He replied, letting that playful grin relax into a more sincere smile, eyes wandering back to the man at his side, "Two of my favourite things, actually. If you really want to get to know me." He offered up in turn, "Watching people forget themselves, really forget themselves, and watching someone talk about something they love." A chuckle and a slight shrug, "Even if I don’t know a damn thing about the subject, it's their eyes- I love watching their eyes. Literally lighting up, you know? That fire inside."

❝  i guess i always kinda knew?  it just wasn’t that important until i got older.  ❞

❝  it never mattered to me like,  what form people came in.  i love souls,  the body is just kinda like pretty packaging.  it’s nice but it’s not what’s important to me.  ❞

❝  oh yeah i did the whole ‘massive crush on my best friend’ thing.  wouldn’t recommend it.  ❞

❝  today my gender is kinda of ‘meeehh?’  ❞

❝  yeah of course i’m only into women,  have you seen them?  ❞

❝  i think i had a harder time accepting myself than my family ever did.  ❞

❝  i’m pretty sure everyone else knew i was gay before i ever realized it.   ❞

❝  i have a hard time talking about it,  even now—i’m not ashamed or anything like that.  i just,  don’t really know…how or what to say i guess.  ❞

❝  i think i’m ready to actually come out to them.  ❞

❝  i really want to tell them but i don’t wanna do it alone…could you help me with it?  ❞

❝  the ‘am i gay’ quizzes are a gateway drug.  ❞

❝  would you mind using [insert pronouns] for me now?  i’m trying to see how it feels.  ❞

❝  they’re right actually,  i’m gay and i do have an agenda to make everything gayer.  ❞

❝  ever since i told them i’m gay they keep pointing to every slightly attractive man and asking if he’s my type.  ❞

❝  me? no i don’t think i’m—i mean.  yeah sometimes i think about what it’d be like to kiss girls/guys but i’d never…come on,  everyone thinks about it a little bit right?  ❞

❝  at this point the closet is literally made of glass.  ❞

❝  actually,  i’m [insert identity].  ❞

❝  it’s all ‘i wish i was into women it’d be so much easier’ until you find out about the lesbian drama.  ❞

❝  i’m bisexual and confused.  not about being bi,  though.  just like…in general.  about life.  ❞

❝  i just need a nice bear to throw me around for a few hours,  i think it’d do more for me than therapy.  ❞

❝  i would trust any stone butch with my life.  ❞

❝  sappho would be so proud.  ❞

❝  i’m still figuring myself out.  i know i’m not straight,  that’s a start.  ❞

❝  i finally figured out my sexuality and then boom here comes a gender identity crisis.  ❞

❝  i’ve just…never really been interested in the whole sex thing.  ❞

❝  anyway,  if neither of us find our true loves in the next five to ten years,  wanna have a lavender marriage?  for the taxes.  ❞

❝   you wanna come to pride with me?  ❞

❝   this is my first pride actually,  i’m kinda nervous.  ❞

❝   well,  this seems as good a time as any to come out.  ❞

❝  no one can know about this—it’s just between us okay?  ❞

❝  i’d never tell anyone.  ❞

❝  you don’t owe anyone ‘coming out.’  it’s personal,  do things at your own pace.  only tell the people you want to.  ❞

❝  you’ve always made me feel safe so,  i just knew i could tell you about it.  ❞

❝  everyone’s hot and i’m a disaster who doesn’t know how to ask anyone out.  ❞

❝  i’m not sure i wanna fuck them or be them.  ❞

❝  i’m just experimenting i guess,  trying to figure out what i like.  ❞

❝  she said she didn’t see us working out but then she brought me a potted plant so i guess it’s still up in the air.  ❞

❝  i want to be one of those bold,  unapologetic people but i’m still just terrified.  ❞

❝  she’s so pretty i think i’m gonna die.  ❞

❝  oh,  no he’s got a great smile too.  i’m in deep this time.  ❞

❝  how did you know?   like for sure that you were into [gender]?  ❞

❝  do you mind if i ask you a question about being [identity]?  ❞

❝  thank you for trusting me with this.  ❞

❝  it’s okay,  take your time to put it into the right words.  i’m not going anywhere.  ❞

❝  wait,  you think i’m [identity]?  what makes you say that?  ❞