[It bolsters him, that first murmur. The second does him in; if his chest feels lighter, gods swear, he knows the reason why.
He's gone to cinders. Ignescent sparks shivering with more warmth against his wicked lungs than the kiss of life itself— and as they say: heat rises. Curls under his breastbone and drags the corners of his mouth higher in a reflex he can't stop.]
Strewth, darling, now you're thanking me? I'm starting to think you've forgotten I'm the reason you're stuck here in a body you never asked for, wrestling children and pups and perfumed oil day in and day out. Let alone your own magic.
[Faint flick of parrying brevity running like a vein through his otherwise sobered tone: insistence sweet in the face of so much weight. So much bloody gravity that the tips of his ears and toes feel lifetimes away from one another while he tries to drag his lover onto shore (no, he won't let his kadan sink into despair), even if all he can offer is a second or two at best against a higher tide. Laugh with me, my dear. Come on. Just for a moment.
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He's gone to cinders. Ignescent sparks shivering with more warmth against his wicked lungs than the kiss of life itself— and as they say: heat rises. Curls under his breastbone and drags the corners of his mouth higher in a reflex he can't stop.]
Strewth, darling, now you're thanking me? I'm starting to think you've forgotten I'm the reason you're stuck here in a body you never asked for, wrestling children and pups and perfumed oil day in and day out. Let alone your own magic.
[Faint flick of parrying brevity running like a vein through his otherwise sobered tone: insistence sweet in the face of so much weight. So much bloody gravity that the tips of his ears and toes feel lifetimes away from one another while he tries to drag his lover onto shore (no, he won't let his kadan sink into despair), even if all he can offer is a second or two at best against a higher tide. Laugh with me, my dear. Come on. Just for a moment.
Life might yet surprise you.]