You never noticed the ones right in front of you, though.
[ He says it so quietly it may as well have been whispered to a moth cupped in his hands. A prayer to Mother Dahna herself, rather than another living, breathing person. He's barely even aware of it himself, but... It's out there. There's no taking it back now.
Only when Dohalim finally closes his eyes does Zephyr finally, finally steel himself. His forehead lifts from the Renan's, and he replaces that contact with a gentle press of dry lips. Another to the spot between his brows. Their noses bump together a little awkwardly, and Zephyr lingers for a moment. ]
I'll only ask this once, Dohalim. Don't... Don't compare yourself to her. I loved her. Love her still. But you're two different people. No matter how it sounds I'll never favor one over the other and to do so would be unfair to not just her, but you. It'd be unfair to everyone I've ever cared for. And... I'm pretty sure if I ever started to, she'd find a way to return from Mother Dahna to kick my ass across the entire continent and back.
[ Ducking his head down, Zephyr ghosts his lips over his cheek. Skips his mouth, and dips lower to bury his nose into the crook of his neck. If he focuses his senses he'd swear he could feel his pulse, but he can't linger. Taking a slow breath — one deep enough to draw more of that rose-scent in to placate the strange, almost wild urge he feels in the back of his mind — he does the one thing he never imagined he'd do willingly for another Renan.
He releases Dohalim's hair, takes both hands into his own (properly this time), and drops to one knee. He kneels. Head bowed. ]
no subject
[ He says it so quietly it may as well have been whispered to a moth cupped in his hands. A prayer to Mother Dahna herself, rather than another living, breathing person. He's barely even aware of it himself, but... It's out there. There's no taking it back now.
Only when Dohalim finally closes his eyes does Zephyr finally, finally steel himself. His forehead lifts from the Renan's, and he replaces that contact with a gentle press of dry lips. Another to the spot between his brows. Their noses bump together a little awkwardly, and Zephyr lingers for a moment. ]
I'll only ask this once, Dohalim. Don't... Don't compare yourself to her. I loved her. Love her still. But you're two different people. No matter how it sounds I'll never favor one over the other and to do so would be unfair to not just her, but you. It'd be unfair to everyone I've ever cared for. And... I'm pretty sure if I ever started to, she'd find a way to return from Mother Dahna to kick my ass across the entire continent and back.
[ Ducking his head down, Zephyr ghosts his lips over his cheek. Skips his mouth, and dips lower to bury his nose into the crook of his neck. If he focuses his senses he'd swear he could feel his pulse, but he can't linger. Taking a slow breath — one deep enough to draw more of that rose-scent in to placate the strange, almost wild urge he feels in the back of his mind — he does the one thing he never imagined he'd do willingly for another Renan.
He releases Dohalim's hair, takes both hands into his own (properly this time), and drops to one knee. He kneels. Head bowed. ]
...I'm willing.