[He’s not about to tell her he’s scared, that every time he wakes up he wonders who will leave me this time.
Kindness is a unique sort of torture for him, but. He digs his nails into his palms as he balls his hands up. Maybe if he doesn’t do anything she won’t leave. So he just rearranges himself, sitting back against the wall, folding his legs under him. Meets her eyes, and holds his tongue.]
I have never left you, when you treated me fairly, and even then it was not for long. Every time we separated, you left me, whether I preferred it or not.
... You can ask for me to stay. If you want me for more than just another object in your hoard, I would-- love to stay. You know it is lonely, for me.
[ She just hums, but goes down-- doesn't have much choice, between his tugging and her general unsteadiness still-- before him, leaning forward to curl her arms around him. ]
but she doesn't actually move or try to stop him from biting, just tucks up her knees and wings to get more comfortable, cheek pressed to his chest to listen. cute... ]
[He hasn't been this excited since that time he filled Valencia's closet with Wubbawoos. Well, one single giant Wubbawoo who cried terribly when Valencia opened the door. He leans in to nip at her cheek before climbing to his feet, holding out both hands to help Val up.]
[He starts leading her out of this courtyard and into another corridor; she can see how the compound is still being built, and there's furniture everywhere. It's a work in progress.]
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Kindness is a unique sort of torture for him, but. He digs his nails into his palms as he balls his hands up. Maybe if he doesn’t do anything she won’t leave. So he just rearranges himself, sitting back against the wall, folding his legs under him. Meets her eyes, and holds his tongue.]
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I have never left you, when you treated me fairly, and even then it was not for long. Every time we separated, you left me, whether I preferred it or not.
... You can ask for me to stay. If you want me for more than just another object in your hoard, I would-- love to stay. You know it is lonely, for me.
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Stay. [It's visibly taking him effort to say:] Please.
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Thank you. ... I will, so long as you want me.
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[But he grabs her hands anyway, and tugs her down.]
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and then he says nothing, but he starts - well, there's no other word for it; he's purring, almost violently.]
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but she doesn't actually move or try to stop him from biting, just tucks up her knees and wings to get more comfortable, cheek pressed to his chest to listen. cute... ]
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Wait. You should see my fish. I bore them myself.
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[He hasn't been this excited since that time he filled Valencia's closet with Wubbawoos. Well, one single giant Wubbawoo who cried terribly when Valencia opened the door. He leans in to nip at her cheek before climbing to his feet, holding out both hands to help Val up.]
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What do you mean you bore them?
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[He starts leading her out of this courtyard and into another corridor; she can see how the compound is still being built, and there's furniture everywhere. It's a work in progress.]