I'll have you know I receive many a second glance as I take my afternoon strolls.
[An arched brow, taken slightly aback. Is Zephyr trying to tell him he isn't half as attractive as he thinks himself, or is he implying there are no better options and he's Dohalim's last resort? Either way, he isn't altogether thrilled by that particular comment.
Especially after Dohalim had bared his heart to Zephyr, and told him in no uncertain terms that he is the light of his life.]
I can handle stubborn, so long as you're actually willing. I'll admit... these past weeks, I did wonder if you were thinking about me at all.
It's difficult to want someone, not knowing if they see you the same way you see them. I know you've already had your great love, and I would never deign to think I could mean as much to you as she does, but I would hope I'm more than... a consolation prize.
[But then there's that hand in his curls, and Dohalim can't think past how good it feels to bask in the light of Zephyr's touch and attention, of which he has been left painfully wanting. Maybe it would be alright not to be the star in someone's eyes, as long as they could make you feel that way for a little while. Bits and pieces of true love and affection are more than someone with a heart as dark as his own is entitled to.
Dohalim closes his eyes, holding onto Zephyr's hand more tightly. More anxious than anticipating. He has no idea what's coming, and now he knows better than to assume.]
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[An arched brow, taken slightly aback. Is Zephyr trying to tell him he isn't half as attractive as he thinks himself, or is he implying there are no better options and he's Dohalim's last resort? Either way, he isn't altogether thrilled by that particular comment.
Especially after Dohalim had bared his heart to Zephyr, and told him in no uncertain terms that he is the light of his life.]
I can handle stubborn, so long as you're actually willing. I'll admit... these past weeks, I did wonder if you were thinking about me at all.
It's difficult to want someone, not knowing if they see you the same way you see them. I know you've already had your great love, and I would never deign to think I could mean as much to you as she does, but I would hope I'm more than... a consolation prize.
[But then there's that hand in his curls, and Dohalim can't think past how good it feels to bask in the light of Zephyr's touch and attention, of which he has been left painfully wanting. Maybe it would be alright not to be the star in someone's eyes, as long as they could make you feel that way for a little while. Bits and pieces of true love and affection are more than someone with a heart as dark as his own is entitled to.
Dohalim closes his eyes, holding onto Zephyr's hand more tightly. More anxious than anticipating. He has no idea what's coming, and now he knows better than to assume.]