[ Zephyr swallows, adam's apple bobbing with the effort. He'd have to be blind and deaf to not realize what Dohalim is after here. What he's been after since that morning with Law. The morning that had never been spoken about since it happened despite how badly the older Dahnan had wanted to ask about it. Dohalim hadn't brought it up, so part of him had chalked it up to having been a mindless, spur of the moment-type thing. That he'd only wanted...
Distantly he recalls what a wise man had told him years and years ago. "What do they say about assumptions?"
Another swallow and he shuts his eyes at the sensation of his lips finding the beginning curve of the scar kept under wraps. It connects to the myriad others littered across his back, but he can't bring himself to protest it. He finds he doesn't want to stop him and yet... ]
T-Talk to me. Before I...
[ Before what? he hears himself ask. Before what?
Yet despite his own hesitation, Zephyr's hand never leaves his wrist. He doesn't make any effort to pull his hand back, and he simply lets Dohalim lace their fingers together. He takes a half step back towards the wall, and brings Dohalim one step forward with him. ]
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[ Zephyr swallows, adam's apple bobbing with the effort. He'd have to be blind and deaf to not realize what Dohalim is after here. What he's been after since that morning with Law. The morning that had never been spoken about since it happened despite how badly the older Dahnan had wanted to ask about it. Dohalim hadn't brought it up, so part of him had chalked it up to having been a mindless, spur of the moment-type thing. That he'd only wanted...
Distantly he recalls what a wise man had told him years and years ago. "What do they say about assumptions?"
Another swallow and he shuts his eyes at the sensation of his lips finding the beginning curve of the scar kept under wraps. It connects to the myriad others littered across his back, but he can't bring himself to protest it. He finds he doesn't want to stop him and yet... ]
T-Talk to me. Before I...
[ Before what? he hears himself ask. Before what?
Yet despite his own hesitation, Zephyr's hand never leaves his wrist. He doesn't make any effort to pull his hand back, and he simply lets Dohalim lace their fingers together. He takes a half step back towards the wall, and brings Dohalim one step forward with him. ]
I don't want to play guessing games.