[ there's a shuttered expression at those words: no, he does not and that's troubling in itself. fyodor's mind is his strength and if parts are missing? that's--he hasn't given himself the luxury to allow those doubts to pass through until chuuya's blunt words chip at the mask. it's visible, this close.

and yet, he does not withdraw his touch. it's fascinating to be permitted to touch like this, chuuya is warm and so very alive. he laughs softly at those words. the touch right now has nothing to do with power or corruption, it's merely the permission given in such an unspoken manner. ] But are you different? You feel so very human under my fingers, [ he traces the whorl on chuuya's cheek, slips his index finger until it meets the juncture between ear and jawline and stops abruptly. ]

You're rather lovely in this moment. If anyone is unsettled they are idiots.