His demeanor pretty much confirms he is not a demon or he's like what Kadin used to be. When he had no idea what he was or why he could do things.
"It's Kadin." said after taking his hand. Touch can amplify his powers if he lets it but -- he decided that would be rude. He watches him for half a second then lets go.
"How what is? Sensing something you've never felt before?" he carries on like Felix knows what he's talking about. He knows he probably doesn't but this is a good way to tell. "And I'm not talking about my dick, by the way." a beat "Well, I can but that isn't why I came over here."
For the second time in his very long life, Felix feels his blood turn to ice water, and his whole stomach drops with such a violent lurch he thinks surely he must be about to spiral into some sort of panic attack.
He's well more put together on the surface--Felix has never had to hide his feelings or his emotions (he never sees the point, emotion is what makes things lovely in this world), but this is an exception. The smile stays in place, probably for a little too long before dissipating. It would be rude not to look the other in the eye, despite every single instinct telling him to run.
He felt it. He's so very casual, the other--Kadin? What an odd name--must surely be something similar. Someone similar. Felix finds that he's forgotten to breathe, something that usually only happens if he's found someone particularily gorgeous--Kadin is, but there are more pressing matters--and he finally drums up actual words.
"Like a field before it's about to storm," He manages, because there's no point in lying. Felix's gaze searches, desperate, confused, and he's barely aware the man who's paintings are in the gallery has shuffled off giving them quizzical looks.
Felix, unable to help himself, starts to laugh.
"It's incredible! You're incredible! Look at you!"
Kadin is starting to wonder if he approached this wrong. He's not out to actively scare anyone. Least of all someone who might be the same thing he is. He's about to blurt out an apology then the mood just shifts. Maybe he hasn't completely fucked up.
Now, Kadin's used to emotions and actions not always matching up but this guy seems particularly bad at deception. It's kind of endearing. If a little surreal.
"Hey, I wasn't trying to freak you out," he settles on a sort of apology. "Just not really sure what you are and figured you had the same questions."
"No, no no no." He's well past terrified--that fear is like a flicker, dead and buried because right now he's filled with sheer excitement, unable to contain himself. There's someone here--something here, proof that he's not alone. Has he always been here? Is he as old as Felix? Why is this strange wave rolling over him, less like rain after a thunderstorm, but more like when he dances way too close to an amplifier.
It's the guy. It's Kadin, and Felix reaches out to gently touch the other's chin, lifting his face upwards with his index finger, lips parted before he finally finds it in himself to talk.
"I'm not freaked out at all, I'm--fascinated, really. Absolutely. This is, ehm--this is new."
This is gonna be interesting, Kadin thinks to himself. Everything feels stronger and it's entirely too tempting to feed directly. By way of compromise, he lets himself up his feeding a notch.
His eyebrows raise with the head tilt. Usually people aren't trying to touch him within the first few minutes of meeting. He doesn't mind, but it does further point to how strange this is.
And then something clicks. "Wait, you've never... met anyone like you before, have you? Ever?"
Felix shakes his head, and there's that smile flicking across his face--he knows it's probably annoying, he's probably being a little too over the top (surprise), so he tries to curb it. He winds up biting down on his bottom lip, still grinning, looking intently at him before realizing he should probably let the guy actually go.
He feels like he got the bad end of whatever deal this was, because Kadin looks far better than he ever has, and he's been called anything from exquisite to godlike in terms of luck.
"I haven't, I've--" His mind is rapid firing, and he cuts himself off to start a new thought. "Let's go somewhere. Anywhere. Please--anywhere we can talk."
Now Kadin is clearly amused, as weird as this is, at least this will be an entertaining night. He raises his hands like he's trying to calm an over excited puppy. Which, he realizes, is kinda what he's dealing with. "Okay, okay... Just try not to explode before we get out the door."
After thinking for a second, Kadin reaches out to gently take him by the arm. He's more than ready to ditch this place. Wait, he came with someone... eh, fuck it. "You know a place we can duck into? I'd offer my place but it's a piece of shit."
Felix has a hard time containing any emotion, really--especially when he's left all of his defenses down. It's a perfect storm: there's a man in front of him who is and isn't a man just like Felix himself, who feeds off of creativity and art and business.
If Felix wasn't firing on every possible piston at the moment, he's fairly certain he'd cry out of sheer relief. Instead, he manages a wide, pleased grin, unaware the other had had plans before. All that matters is he gets to learn, and he gets to be a little bit closer to that crackling energy.
"Mine's not too far off." Is that forward? No, he'd offered moments before. He motions with his head, a slight incline to the door in a 'shall we?' gesture.
The polite thing to do would be to find his date and let them know he's leaving. But seeing as he can't even remember their name and only half remembers their face... Kadin's just going to go. It probably won't come back to bite him. Well, he might get punched next time he sees them but that's not unique to this situation.
"Yeah, lead the way." Kadin snatches up his jacket on the way out. It completely clashes with how he's currently dressed. It's a modified leather jacket, not that uncommon in the punk rock scene. It has various designs painted on it, a couple band names and his name in Arabic on the shoulder.
Felix's brows raise high at the jacket--it's a nice little thing, nicer than the suit in a lot of ways because it looks actually loved instead of an afterthought--but he doesn't say anything. Who is he to judge fashion? Who is he to judge anyone when things like that are subjective?
Nice music taste, though. So maybe he will judge, but only in the fun way. They contrast, an older punk rocker and a relatively young looking yuppie meticulously dressed, but Felix can't help but think it's fitting.
He leads the other away, and surprises himself by actually remaining quiet for the whole trip until he heads up his own house, a colourful big-for-new-york artistic paradise. Felix closes the door, a nervous smile flicking across his face even as he gestures with one hand for the other to make himself at home.
"If you'd like, I could get you a drink, but mostly I'd just like--did you always know there were more of us? How come I've never ran into you before? "
Yep, Felix's place is a way, way better than his. Not that that's hard to do, he has a single room in an over-crowded building.
"Fuck, man, I don't know. Don't take this the wrong way but I hope you're not what I am, or your life is going to start getting really complicated." He wanders further into the apartment as he talks. He can't help but touch a few of decorative objects scattered about.
"So, I don't know a lot. I don't think they want me knowing much." Where he was confident only a few moments ago it switches to nervousness. "I didn't know what I was until 1952. Turns out I'm an incubus, well, part incubus. I can feed off of emotions. Anything sexual or--" pausing for air quotes, "'sinful' is more, uh, filling."
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"It's Kadin." said after taking his hand. Touch can amplify his powers if he lets it but -- he decided that would be rude. He watches him for half a second then lets go.
"How what is? Sensing something you've never felt before?" he carries on like Felix knows what he's talking about. He knows he probably doesn't but this is a good way to tell. "And I'm not talking about my dick, by the way." a beat "Well, I can but that isn't why I came over here."
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He's well more put together on the surface--Felix has never had to hide his feelings or his emotions (he never sees the point, emotion is what makes things lovely in this world), but this is an exception. The smile stays in place, probably for a little too long before dissipating. It would be rude not to look the other in the eye, despite every single instinct telling him to run.
He felt it. He's so very casual, the other--Kadin? What an odd name--must surely be something similar. Someone similar. Felix finds that he's forgotten to breathe, something that usually only happens if he's found someone particularily gorgeous--Kadin is, but there are more pressing matters--and he finally drums up actual words.
"Like a field before it's about to storm," He manages, because there's no point in lying. Felix's gaze searches, desperate, confused, and he's barely aware the man who's paintings are in the gallery has shuffled off giving them quizzical looks.
Felix, unable to help himself, starts to laugh.
"It's incredible! You're incredible! Look at you!"
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Now, Kadin's used to emotions and actions not always matching up but this guy seems particularly bad at deception. It's kind of endearing. If a little surreal.
"Hey, I wasn't trying to freak you out," he settles on a sort of apology. "Just not really sure what you are and figured you had the same questions."
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It's the guy. It's Kadin, and Felix reaches out to gently touch the other's chin, lifting his face upwards with his index finger, lips parted before he finally finds it in himself to talk.
"I'm not freaked out at all, I'm--fascinated, really. Absolutely. This is, ehm--this is new."
He's not sure what he was expecting.
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His eyebrows raise with the head tilt. Usually people aren't trying to touch him within the first few minutes of meeting. He doesn't mind, but it does further point to how strange this is.
And then something clicks. "Wait, you've never... met anyone like you before, have you? Ever?"
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He feels like he got the bad end of whatever deal this was, because Kadin looks far better than he ever has, and he's been called anything from exquisite to godlike in terms of luck.
"I haven't, I've--" His mind is rapid firing, and he cuts himself off to start a new thought. "Let's go somewhere. Anywhere. Please--anywhere we can talk."
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After thinking for a second, Kadin reaches out to gently take him by the arm. He's more than ready to ditch this place. Wait, he came with someone... eh, fuck it. "You know a place we can duck into? I'd offer my place but it's a piece of shit."
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If Felix wasn't firing on every possible piston at the moment, he's fairly certain he'd cry out of sheer relief. Instead, he manages a wide, pleased grin, unaware the other had had plans before. All that matters is he gets to learn, and he gets to be a little bit closer to that crackling energy.
"Mine's not too far off." Is that forward? No, he'd offered moments before. He motions with his head, a slight incline to the door in a 'shall we?' gesture.
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"Yeah, lead the way." Kadin snatches up his jacket on the way out. It completely clashes with how he's currently dressed. It's a modified leather jacket, not that uncommon in the punk rock scene. It has various designs painted on it, a couple band names and his name in Arabic on the shoulder.
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Nice music taste, though. So maybe he will judge, but only in the fun way. They contrast, an older punk rocker and a relatively young looking yuppie meticulously dressed, but Felix can't help but think it's fitting.
He leads the other away, and surprises himself by actually remaining quiet for the whole trip until he heads up his own house, a colourful big-for-new-york artistic paradise. Felix closes the door, a nervous smile flicking across his face even as he gestures with one hand for the other to make himself at home.
"If you'd like, I could get you a drink, but mostly I'd just like--did you always know there were more of us? How come I've never ran into you before? "
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"Fuck, man, I don't know. Don't take this the wrong way but I hope you're not what I am, or your life is going to start getting really complicated." He wanders further into the apartment as he talks. He can't help but touch a few of decorative objects scattered about.
"So, I don't know a lot. I don't think they want me knowing much." Where he was confident only a few moments ago it switches to nervousness. "I didn't know what I was until 1952. Turns out I'm an incubus, well, part incubus. I can feed off of emotions. Anything sexual or--" pausing for air quotes, "'sinful' is more, uh, filling."