I... I don't know how you want me, Dohalim. That's the thing.
[ His eyes open a sliver to look down at their conjoined hands, and then he's moving the one at his side up, up, up and brushing his fingertips over his cheek. Then, a step further to cup his face in a rough palm. He has to take another breath. Another slow one. One that fills his sinuses with the scent of rosewater, rose-oil, and something distinctly Dohalim.
It's funny how he'd never noticed the smell before despite the number of times he'd fallen asleep or woke up in the middle of the night with his nose buried in his hair. Somehow it's more clear now, and for a brief moment Zephyr feels his teeth itch in his mouth.
Whatever it is, he quashes it down and throws it into a box to be buried and unearthed at an inopportune time. ]
I know that I want you by my side. I don't care that you're a Renan and I sure as hell don't care about the fact that you're a Lord. That's not what— I mean—
[ Zephyr's cheeks puff out with an exhale. For all the speeches he's given over his life, he never was very good at speaking so candidly like this. So he shuts off that part of his brain and lowers his head to press his forehead against Dohalim's. ]
I don't want to scare you off, because I... I think...
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[ His eyes open a sliver to look down at their conjoined hands, and then he's moving the one at his side up, up, up and brushing his fingertips over his cheek. Then, a step further to cup his face in a rough palm. He has to take another breath. Another slow one. One that fills his sinuses with the scent of rosewater, rose-oil, and something distinctly Dohalim.
It's funny how he'd never noticed the smell before despite the number of times he'd fallen asleep or woke up in the middle of the night with his nose buried in his hair. Somehow it's more clear now, and for a brief moment Zephyr feels his teeth itch in his mouth.
Whatever it is, he quashes it down and throws it into a box to be buried and unearthed at an inopportune time. ]
I know that I want you by my side. I don't care that you're a Renan and I sure as hell don't care about the fact that you're a Lord. That's not what— I mean—
[ Zephyr's cheeks puff out with an exhale. For all the speeches he's given over his life, he never was very good at speaking so candidly like this. So he shuts off that part of his brain and lowers his head to press his forehead against Dohalim's. ]
I don't want to scare you off, because I... I think...