[ Those memories came back as well-- as if the sharing of blood had given Essek a thread of connection of which he could follow down into Bren; there was comfort in being shown the past right now; the past before the hurt and the pain; the blood and the fire-- the burning building that Essek could not save Caleb from. To a time before smoke and embers, to when they were boys and they had the world before them; endless possibilities.
And there was Bren, with those blue eyes that circled back to remind him of the cool blue waters dancing against the shores of Nicodranas; impossibly blue. And he longed to wipe every bit of sadness away from those eyes, his lips parting as he settled on that lap. Whereas he made himself light enough to hold comfortably, adjusting his mass and weight with a simple spell; and even in that was worry because his.. his precious one was still so thin and his instinct was to treat him gently, carefully.
Essek's fingers curled softly against the jawline, feeling the dancing prickle of stubble that was fighting to break through the surface. His lips grazed lightly against that lower lip, reverentially-- tenderly. As if Bren was a precious thing, fragile and breakable. Right now in this moment, he wanted to worship this man, wanted to show him the ways in which he had been missed; to make it inevitably known that Essek wanted him. And one arm wrapped around the shoulder; the other hand resting against the top of the tunic where he started to play with it, toy lightly-- his thumb distractingly stroking the pulse that beat underneath after a single button undone ]
And if I asked you to be my lover? What then?
[ Mate.. something inside him growled fiercely; but he would start with lover, for now. ]
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And there was Bren, with those blue eyes that circled back to remind him of the cool blue waters dancing against the shores of Nicodranas; impossibly blue. And he longed to wipe every bit of sadness away from those eyes, his lips parting as he settled on that lap. Whereas he made himself light enough to hold comfortably, adjusting his mass and weight with a simple spell; and even in that was worry because his.. his precious one was still so thin and his instinct was to treat him gently, carefully.
Essek's fingers curled softly against the jawline, feeling the dancing prickle of stubble that was fighting to break through the surface. His lips grazed lightly against that lower lip, reverentially-- tenderly. As if Bren was a precious thing, fragile and breakable. Right now in this moment, he wanted to worship this man, wanted to show him the ways in which he had been missed; to make it inevitably known that Essek wanted him.
And one arm wrapped around the shoulder; the other hand resting against the top of the tunic where he started to play with it, toy lightly-- his thumb distractingly stroking the pulse that beat underneath after a single button undone ]
And if I asked you to be my lover? What then?
[ Mate.. something inside him growled fiercely; but he would start with lover, for now. ]