[A frustrated exhale, brows knitting together, but when Zephyr prompts him to say it as if he were dumber than every last rock in Calaglia (of which there are many), Dohalim can't help but laugh, however tenuously.
He closes his eyes as their foreheads touch, swallowing hard, because the proximity is both wonderful and painful. Zephyr touches him far more than he's used to, and to endure his tenderness and affection, not knowing if it meant what he so desperately wanted it to mean, has been difficult.]
I want you. I want to be with you.
Please tell me you feel the same way, and that this isn't... some kind of cruel joke.
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[A frustrated exhale, brows knitting together, but when Zephyr prompts him to say it as if he were dumber than every last rock in Calaglia (of which there are many), Dohalim can't help but laugh, however tenuously.
He closes his eyes as their foreheads touch, swallowing hard, because the proximity is both wonderful and painful. Zephyr touches him far more than he's used to, and to endure his tenderness and affection, not knowing if it meant what he so desperately wanted it to mean, has been difficult.]
I want you. I want to be with you.
Please tell me you feel the same way, and that this isn't... some kind of cruel joke.
[Cosmic or otherwise.]