[...he never thought that could sound like a compliment]
[that 'i could never consider you my most important person' wouldn't sound like a rejection but a different form of acceptance, of trust and longing that he didn't expect to be possible when there's a layer of distance there still; pale fingers tighten around the dark sheath, looking more like bones than flesh standing eggshell against the night of it]
[he swallows, grunting in response to his name, his attention transfixing to the weapon itself, shivering when a droplet of sweat runs between his shoulderblades]
[not knowing what to do with it now, he just sort of... bounces it in his grip a few times, feeling how indeed heavy it is, precariously working his way around it like the whole thing is a trigger that could fire at any moment]
Um. What am I supposed to...
[trailing off, he twists it some, fingers smoothing over the edges of the bloodguard and on up the hilt]
[how many hands have gripped him, far surer and stronger than his delicate touch is now?]
no subject
[that 'i could never consider you my most important person' wouldn't sound like a rejection but a different form of acceptance, of trust and longing that he didn't expect to be possible when there's a layer of distance there still; pale fingers tighten around the dark sheath, looking more like bones than flesh standing eggshell against the night of it]
[he swallows, grunting in response to his name, his attention transfixing to the weapon itself, shivering when a droplet of sweat runs between his shoulderblades]
[not knowing what to do with it now, he just sort of... bounces it in his grip a few times, feeling how indeed heavy it is, precariously working his way around it like the whole thing is a trigger that could fire at any moment]
Um. What am I supposed to...
[trailing off, he twists it some, fingers smoothing over the edges of the bloodguard and on up the hilt]
[how many hands have gripped him, far surer and stronger than his delicate touch is now?]
Can I open it?