( he's quick to tell him, sensing that wriothesley is retreating into himself. he might not be completely attuned to the subtleties of humans, but he's tuned in to wriothesley and his impulses, sensitive to how wriothesley is treading on unfamiliar ground and in a situation entirely opposed to everything that he has grown up trying to survive. )
I understand that it is not easy, especially for you.
( wriothesley has grown up in violence and strife, putting up his walls out of necessity. to be this vulnerable is certainly awakening a whole host of uncomfortable questions. neuvillete is quietly understanding, and he gently strokes his cheek, leaning in to nose his cheek, then pressing a soft, gentle kiss to his lips. )
But you are safe in my arms, I promise you. Close your eyes.
[ in a rare moment, wriothesley doesn't feel the urge to argue, offer some witty remark, or push back against the comfort being offered to him. although neuvillette can feel a bit of apprehension through their bond just as plainly as he can see the way wriothesley tries to reassure himself into accepting such sentiments. there's a nudge at the boundary of their emotions, like he's allowing himself to grow more familiar with neuvillette's affection all over again, or at least hold that tenderness in a new way that leaves him tense in the sheets for a moment. as though he's bracing against something worth raising all his walls and defenses for, before the pinch in his brow finally eases smooth and he sinks into the sheets like a puppet with its strings cut.
through their bond comes a slow trickle of warmth and something just as delicate, something wriothesley would probably describe as love if pressed hard enough. either way, tired arms come to wrap gently around neuvillette's waist as wriothesley gingerly offers more of his face with a small nudge and tilt of his chin, wordlessly asking for more of neuvillette's care. there's even a nod as he wills himself to believe those words, and the hold he has on neuvillette softens from clinging to him like a lifeline into something quieter, more intent on seeking caresses than holding on for dear life.
wriothesley even treats himself to a few steadying kisses as he finally gives in to the need to be close, and to be loved by neuvillette. ]
Stay with me? Until I wake up. [ he manages to confess, barely above a whisper by neuvillette's ear. ] I want to be close.
( perhaps it's something that neuvillette should be pleased about, when wriothesley finally yields to him without a glib word, or putting up a front. perhaps it's even more difficult when they're bound together like this, because he can feel the thrum of apprehension, roiling but muted. this is wriothesley, who has flourished despite the odds, who has depended solely on his independence, and neuvillette understands. the walls have always worked for him, taking him to greater heights, keeping him safe.
all wriothesley has to go on to give all of that up is neuvillette's word — an impossible thing, almost. he can feel it, the moment of trust, delicate and precious as a butterfly, tentative and fragile, and neuvillette can't help a warm swell of wonder and curiosity, limned with quiet patience. his kisses are tender, the lightest press of lips and tongue, arms looped around him to keep him nestled. i want to be close, wriothesley confesses, and his heart flutters.
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( he's quick to tell him, sensing that wriothesley is retreating into himself. he might not be completely attuned to the subtleties of humans, but he's tuned in to wriothesley and his impulses, sensitive to how wriothesley is treading on unfamiliar ground and in a situation entirely opposed to everything that he has grown up trying to survive. )
I understand that it is not easy, especially for you.
( wriothesley has grown up in violence and strife, putting up his walls out of necessity. to be this vulnerable is certainly awakening a whole host of uncomfortable questions. neuvillete is quietly understanding, and he gently strokes his cheek, leaning in to nose his cheek, then pressing a soft, gentle kiss to his lips. )
But you are safe in my arms, I promise you. Close your eyes.
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through their bond comes a slow trickle of warmth and something just as delicate, something wriothesley would probably describe as love if pressed hard enough. either way, tired arms come to wrap gently around neuvillette's waist as wriothesley gingerly offers more of his face with a small nudge and tilt of his chin, wordlessly asking for more of neuvillette's care. there's even a nod as he wills himself to believe those words, and the hold he has on neuvillette softens from clinging to him like a lifeline into something quieter, more intent on seeking caresses than holding on for dear life.
wriothesley even treats himself to a few steadying kisses as he finally gives in to the need to be close, and to be loved by neuvillette. ]
Stay with me? Until I wake up. [ he manages to confess, barely above a whisper by neuvillette's ear. ] I want to be close.
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all wriothesley has to go on to give all of that up is neuvillette's word — an impossible thing, almost. he can feel it, the moment of trust, delicate and precious as a butterfly, tentative and fragile, and neuvillette can't help a warm swell of wonder and curiosity, limned with quiet patience. his kisses are tender, the lightest press of lips and tongue, arms looped around him to keep him nestled. i want to be close, wriothesley confesses, and his heart flutters.
love, he thinks. this might be love. )