Casual, his middling response. Mostly throat, mouth tugging upwards just at the corner— before it subsequently drops. The acclimation and agreement make sense, given the lack of context. All the roughened shape of their scars, all the ways they’ve railed against the figurative threads of fate, opting to tear themselves loose at the seams.
Huddled up now in the safe harbor of tireless determination. And it smells like warm woods and wet wood.
“Yes. But what I also mean is that in terms of— shall we say— doing the deed entirely of my own volition, with someone that I choose is— ” his lips purse when he stops, attention flicking back towards Fenris and then upwards again, long fingers gesturing idly in midair. “Well it’s.”
no subject
Casual, his middling response. Mostly throat, mouth tugging upwards just at the corner— before it subsequently drops. The acclimation and agreement make sense, given the lack of context. All the roughened shape of their scars, all the ways they’ve railed against the figurative threads of fate, opting to tear themselves loose at the seams.
Huddled up now in the safe harbor of tireless determination. And it smells like warm woods and wet wood.
“Yes. But what I also mean is that in terms of— shall we say— doing the deed entirely of my own volition, with someone that I choose is— ” his lips purse when he stops, attention flicking back towards Fenris and then upwards again, long fingers gesturing idly in midair. “Well it’s.”
Tongue clicking, he all but spits it out:
“You were my first.”
Technically.