"For you, Darling?" Tom's expressive face pulls into another happy smile, pleased at both the question and the reaction in general.
He traps his own smoke between his lips, leaning down to the coffee table to grab a pack of Black Pyramids. Long, elegant fingers pluck one out of the pack and instead of handing it over, Tom holds it and looks expectantly at the scientist.
"Open," he instructs, and when he places the cigarette on Casper's lips he lets his hand ghost along his jaw, thumb grazing against that stubble.
"Good boy," he purrs. He's a gentleman. He'll light it for his scientist friend, too.
"You have a face for film. Has anyone ever told you that?"
The logo on the cigarette catches his eye and he starts to ask -- "How did you -- " get those is what he means to say, but there's a cigarette being placed in his mouth and lit, and he inhales to keep from choking.
The good boy hits something he does his best to ignore more often than not, but it's hard to ignore the fact that Tom is petting his face while saying it.
"Uh -- sorry, um." His brain comes back from being completely static while he tries to answer the question. "No, I don't think I've ever gotten that comment, no."
Tom is watching him very carefully, hand dropping to those arms again, touching the doctor's forearm loosely. Drinks forgotten, his free hand casually takes a drag from his cigarette. He at least has decency to blow the smoke away from the other.
"No! No, not in the least." Not uncomfortable, no. A little overwhelmed, maybe, but certainly intrigued. Darling reaches over to rest his fingertips against Tom's knee, to reassure him.
"It's just that you're the first person I've spoken to in almost two years. I'm still adjusting."
There it is. electricity again, of connection, science and art meeting, of collaboration, of a true fucking higher power. Thomas feels like, for a brief moment, that simple touch and confirmation is akin to religious ecstasy before Darling ways almost exactly what he wants him to say.
"It gets lonely," he says softly, and he tilts his head to the side. There's a truth to his words, and now that he's said them aloud, the weight of it feels real.
The cigarette smoke suddenly doesn't smell as sweet to him. Zane trails off, gaze moving from Darling to an errant spot on the wall before he pulls himself together with soft fingers back to Darling's face. Index finger and thumb on his jaw, he gently nudges him to face him. His smile is back.
Darling takes a slow drag from the cigarette to calm his nerves, exhaling off to the side.
And then Tom's fingers are back on his face again, and Darling can't help but lean into the touch. Electric, absolutely. Magnetic, the way he feels drawn towards the artist. Swaying into his space. Those fingers still against Tom's knee.
"I think I like your idea for our initial collaboration." His voice is a little rough around the edges, and he can see Tom's hand move in his peripheral vision, as he speaks.
Tom's smile is genuine as it widens, reaching his full face and his eyes easily.
"I knew you were smart! That brain is as big as your arms!" His excitement is palpable even with his soft tone, and since Darling's all but given him the go ahead, he begins to undo that bowtie he'd been playing with.
"With your mind and my creativity, there'll be no stopping us."
"Quite a lot of free time, in the void," he says, though his voice is distracted, to say the least. His gaze lowering as Tom's fingers start to work at his tie. "I tried to keep active."
Though it feels silly to say, even as it leaves his mouth. But the filmmaker is doing a very good job of throwing him off, between the compliment and those busy fingers. His own hand creeps up Tom's leg a little, settling more on his thigh than his knee.
Tom's feeling pretty proud of himself. He's finally got the curious scientist to stop asking questions, and that hand up his thigh is divine. He takes a long drag of his cigarette.
"Oh, it worked," he assures. The barely lit cigarette is placed on a brown glass ashtray, right next to his half a cocktail, and Tom pulls the final knot to loosen the entire bowtie.
"It worked very well. You look stunning."
Zane shifts, sliding his leg easily over Darling as he sits, straddling the scientists' lap and letting his long fingers run through the other's short hair. He's wanted to do that for a while.
Oh. Darling's next exhale is a little shaky, his hands finding Tom's waist underneath the suit jacket. Fingers sliding along the waist of his leather pants. Nervous, but eager.
"Stunning?" he asks, with a shy sort of laugh. "I don't think I've ever been called stunning before." Tom is ethereal, the makeup around his eyes only making them seem more blue.
"Because you're used to being around people that don't appreciate you," Zane brings his hand down, from the other's shot hair, along his jaw, down to that bowtie he's undone. He gently pulls the fabric and tosses the whole thing behind him, easing him out of his fancy little labcoat as well while he talks. His hips angle themselves appropriately, a pleased hum as the other grabs at his waist. It's nice.
"You, or aesthetic. But science and art are very closely linked." He inhales.
"The golden -- ? Ah, yes." His tone is... distracted, to say the least, as Zane's fingers move over his face, those clever hands pushing his labcoat down his arms. Darling moves with it, inhaling sharply as his movement to get the coat off inadvertently shifts his hips up as Zane's hips tilt down and this is going a bit quicker than he had intended.
But he doesn't pull away.
"I'm very, uh, familiar with the Fibonacci sequence. I've seen a few lectures, presentations, applying the ratio to various paintings. Statues, sometimes."
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He traps his own smoke between his lips, leaning down to the coffee table to grab a pack of Black Pyramids. Long, elegant fingers pluck one out of the pack and instead of handing it over, Tom holds it and looks expectantly at the scientist.
"Open," he instructs, and when he places the cigarette on Casper's lips he lets his hand ghost along his jaw, thumb grazing against that stubble.
"Good boy," he purrs. He's a gentleman. He'll light it for his scientist friend, too.
"You have a face for film. Has anyone ever told you that?"
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The good boy hits something he does his best to ignore more often than not, but it's hard to ignore the fact that Tom is petting his face while saying it.
"Uh -- sorry, um." His brain comes back from being completely static while he tries to answer the question. "No, I don't think I've ever gotten that comment, no."
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"Am I making you uncomfortable?"
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"It's just that you're the first person I've spoken to in almost two years. I'm still adjusting."
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"It gets lonely," he says softly, and he tilts his head to the side. There's a truth to his words, and now that he's said them aloud, the weight of it feels real.
The cigarette smoke suddenly doesn't smell as sweet to him. Zane trails off, gaze moving from Darling to an errant spot on the wall before he pulls himself together with soft fingers back to Darling's face. Index finger and thumb on his jaw, he gently nudges him to face him. His smile is back.
"We can fix that, too. Together."
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And then Tom's fingers are back on his face again, and Darling can't help but lean into the touch. Electric, absolutely. Magnetic, the way he feels drawn towards the artist. Swaying into his space. Those fingers still against Tom's knee.
"I think I like your idea for our initial collaboration." His voice is a little rough around the edges, and he can see Tom's hand move in his peripheral vision, as he speaks.
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"I knew you were smart! That brain is as big as your arms!" His excitement is palpable even with his soft tone, and since Darling's all but given him the go ahead, he begins to undo that bowtie he'd been playing with.
"With your mind and my creativity, there'll be no stopping us."
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Though it feels silly to say, even as it leaves his mouth. But the filmmaker is doing a very good job of throwing him off, between the compliment and those busy fingers. His own hand creeps up Tom's leg a little, settling more on his thigh than his knee.
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"Oh, it worked," he assures. The barely lit cigarette is placed on a brown glass ashtray, right next to his half a cocktail, and Tom pulls the final knot to loosen the entire bowtie.
"It worked very well. You look stunning."
Zane shifts, sliding his leg easily over Darling as he sits, straddling the scientists' lap and letting his long fingers run through the other's short hair. He's wanted to do that for a while.
"We can set to work after we celebrate, hmmm?"
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"Stunning?" he asks, with a shy sort of laugh. "I don't think I've ever been called stunning before." Tom is ethereal, the makeup around his eyes only making them seem more blue.
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"You, or aesthetic. But science and art are very closely linked." He inhales.
"Do you know about the golden spiral?
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But he doesn't pull away.
"I'm very, uh, familiar with the Fibonacci sequence. I've seen a few lectures, presentations, applying the ratio to various paintings. Statues, sometimes."