When Vara kissed him, he calmed a little, returned to his more fully human form - and the darkness inside of him receded for a while.  He pulled her body to him, again, so their stomachs were together, her breasts smeared against his strong chest, and after she spoke, he kissed her, again.  There was a calming effect, the darker spirits moved further into the background.  Colors seem to brighten, again.<br/><br/>Geraint wasn't altogether sure what world he was in at all.  Some of the weapons the Old People used had torn apart not just the world - the earth and soil and air and water - but harmed the fabric of reality.  Distance, scale, weight, time, there were places these things ran differently, or not at all, and they were often packed with spirits (sometimes the shattered remnants of spirits, the atomic ones, or ones altered in even more gruesome ways) or mutant sports of incredible power.  This could be such a place, and these spirits those, and if that were the case there could be trouble ahead.  The spirits were, to him, capricious and unpredictable.<br/><br/>Breaking the kiss, he was slightly breathy, his body confused - aroused in two different, contrary ways.  He looked into Vara's eyes.  He said, softly, "I think you're suggesting that it wants to watch us make love?  Is that what you're saying?"