[There is so much to say. So much to feel with every word.
Bittersweet as it all might be in its full measure he warms to it like sunlight, that confession. Everything in him— from his expression to the angles of his shoulders— rounded out with a sort of indescribable bliss that he can't hide. Talk of the future or tomorrow feels far away compared to the all-encompassing eternity of this moment, and he before he knows it, he's already opened his mouth. Sucked in air around his fangs. Ready to ask for the one thing that wounded him most in its disappearance aside from Leto himself.
(And his fingers curl a little more along the outline of knotted tissue gone glossy with time. Tangible. Unmistakable. 'I will not forget you.' Here. Just here. This is where— if the worst comes to pass and he returns to Cazador, or the world does its damndest all over again to rip their chapter apart at its seams— this is the place he'll remain.)
A thickened pair of knitted scars; lie down about to be the next thing said— ]
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Bittersweet as it all might be in its full measure he warms to it like sunlight, that confession. Everything in him— from his expression to the angles of his shoulders— rounded out with a sort of indescribable bliss that he can't hide. Talk of the future or tomorrow feels far away compared to the all-encompassing eternity of this moment, and he before he knows it, he's already opened his mouth. Sucked in air around his fangs. Ready to ask for the one thing that wounded him most in its disappearance aside from Leto himself.
(And his fingers curl a little more along the outline of knotted tissue gone glossy with time. Tangible. Unmistakable. 'I will not forget you.' Here. Just here. This is where— if the worst comes to pass and he returns to Cazador, or the world does its damndest all over again to rip their chapter apart at its seams— this is the place he'll remain.)
A thickened pair of knitted scars; lie down about to be the next thing said— ]