[When the influence of the moon is this powerful it is only natural for one to seek those with whom one shares the closest relationships- out of concern, out of affection, out of, of... as a general rule, Zenyatta does not shy away from self-reflection. But in this particular instance, sat across from Genji as they attempt to meditate beneath the intoxicating light of Cordis and Iris alike, he is not sure if he is ready to follow where it will lead at this precise moment.
It had certainly been a shock to discover that Genji's moonblessing had been altered, though he seemed by and large to be taking it in his stride. It was not as if the change was an unpleasant one, Zenyatta supposed; with those great, soft ears and the little puff of white he now called a tail his student was, as he had instantly informed him, nothing short of adorable.
But then, perhaps that was part of the problem.
The chime of his orbs, already slowed to a crawl, finally trails off completely. The longer Zenyatta spends in his presence, even with a few feet of space between them and their minds supposedly on higher matters, the more uncomfortably aware he becomes of Genji's body and the furnace within it. The supple curves of him, rounded hips that beg to be gripped, a tidy waist that would seem all the lovelier arched, lovely-
So much for meditation. Before Zenyatta can rein himself back in he finds he's staring at Genji. Even if Genji were not familiar with the feeling of his master's optics upon him by now, the way his robotic ears have swivelled forward and his tail flicks restlessly behind him says it all. He is utterly transfixed.
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It had certainly been a shock to discover that Genji's moonblessing had been altered, though he seemed by and large to be taking it in his stride. It was not as if the change was an unpleasant one, Zenyatta supposed; with those great, soft ears and the little puff of white he now called a tail his student was, as he had instantly informed him, nothing short of adorable.
But then, perhaps that was part of the problem.
The chime of his orbs, already slowed to a crawl, finally trails off completely. The longer Zenyatta spends in his presence, even with a few feet of space between them and their minds supposedly on higher matters, the more uncomfortably aware he becomes of Genji's body and the furnace within it. The supple curves of him, rounded hips that beg to be gripped, a tidy waist that would seem all the lovelier arched, lovely-
So much for meditation. Before Zenyatta can rein himself back in he finds he's staring at Genji. Even if Genji were not familiar with the feeling of his master's optics upon him by now, the way his robotic ears have swivelled forward and his tail flicks restlessly behind him says it all. He is utterly transfixed.