[ How could he not give Bren exactly what he wanted? Those sweet and soft assurances of devotion. Because Essek meant them. Because there was nothing that he wanted more than to be in those arms-- swirling around the dance floor, looking up into those eyes; blue eyes that called to him like the memories of warmth and sunlight. His sun, his beautiful soulmate who provided all the heat that he could possibly hunger for.

He nuzzled against skin, inhaling the fragrance of skin ]

Every man that I dance with, I will wish that it was you; and you being last will be able to wipe every single memory of those dances from my mind; to be replaced by you-- because that is how it is; that is how it should always be. [ His breath caught as he pressed a kiss, reverent against the earlobe, tasting the heightened emotions as if they were such a thing that could be savored on tongue. ]

You belong to me yes..

[ There was the softest pause as he propped himself up then to look down into those eyes. ]

But it works the other way to-- I belong to you in equal measure, and I've waited so long for you to return for me, in whatever form-- and as you are now is indescribeably lovely to me.