The amusement stemmed from Aoba thinking for a moment that he wasn't Guardian material. There were few things Declan was certain of in his life, but that was definitely one. Split personalities or not, Aoba was the unequivocal "good guy". Much like the blue-haired man believed Declan to be.
When the man spun, lg raised, prepared for a solid kick, then cheekily toe-tapping the Titan's arm, pale eyes were wide, lips parted just slightly.
For the first time in Declan's entire life (at least the years he'd lived since resurrecting as a Guardian), he felt the coil of genuine arousal. He did not like it. Not in the sense that it was something he felt he actively needed to fight, not in the sense that it repulsed him (he didn't even know what it was at first), but that he couldn't believe for a moment that he was capable, that it was happening, that it was because of Aoba. It was wrong on a very different level than something as childish as 'ew gross'. Heat crawled up the back of his neck and the pale color that often rose to his cheeks start suffusing his entire frame.
It was all the span of a few seconds, but felt like ages to Declan, the Guardian eventually shaking himself free of his mental paralysis. This was...something he needed to think about on his own. Later.
"You'd...make an incredible Hunter..." he managed to get out, a bit strained. But...then he was imagining Aoba kitted out in Hunter gear...leather-clad leg swinging out, heavy boot slamming into a Vex construct, kicking it's head clean off. The skies of Venus on the backdrop, Declan pulling the trigger and taking the thing down. Aoba's cloak in the breeze and Declan's gun propped on his shoulder as they--...
"Dinner is cleared up. I'm sure you could use some rest. It's been such a long day for you. A lot of...revelations...I'm going for a jog around the tower, then I'll sleep." What was this? Like a dam breaking? Was that how it worked? One funny thought and suddenly chaos? He didn't like it. It wasn't right, wasn't appropriate. He had no business thinking...thoughts. He needed to clear his head. Immediately.
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When the man spun, lg raised, prepared for a solid kick, then cheekily toe-tapping the Titan's arm, pale eyes were wide, lips parted just slightly.
For the first time in Declan's entire life (at least the years he'd lived since resurrecting as a Guardian), he felt the coil of genuine arousal. He did not like it. Not in the sense that it was something he felt he actively needed to fight, not in the sense that it repulsed him (he didn't even know what it was at first), but that he couldn't believe for a moment that he was capable, that it was happening, that it was because of Aoba. It was wrong on a very different level than something as childish as 'ew gross'. Heat crawled up the back of his neck and the pale color that often rose to his cheeks start suffusing his entire frame.
It was all the span of a few seconds, but felt like ages to Declan, the Guardian eventually shaking himself free of his mental paralysis. This was...something he needed to think about on his own. Later.
"You'd...make an incredible Hunter..." he managed to get out, a bit strained. But...then he was imagining Aoba kitted out in Hunter gear...leather-clad leg swinging out, heavy boot slamming into a Vex construct, kicking it's head clean off. The skies of Venus on the backdrop, Declan pulling the trigger and taking the thing down. Aoba's cloak in the breeze and Declan's gun propped on his shoulder as they--...
"Dinner is cleared up. I'm sure you could use some rest. It's been such a long day for you. A lot of...revelations...I'm going for a jog around the tower, then I'll sleep." What was this? Like a dam breaking? Was that how it worked? One funny thought and suddenly chaos? He didn't like it. It wasn't right, wasn't appropriate. He had no business thinking...thoughts. He needed to clear his head. Immediately.