You look at everyone with such warmth and kindness...
[Weakly, without any backbone behind it, because Zephyr is right. As he so often is. Zephyer does see Dohalim. All of him. Whether Dohalim wants him to or not.
All of the fear, insecurity, and anxiety threatening to overwhelm Dohalim for the past few weeks, compelling his turbulent thoughts and emotions, is dispatched by Zephyr's words with the same simple conviction as his fists.
A bitten back sob as Zephyr's lips break down the last of the defensive line he hadn't known he was holding. It shouldn't be possible for the Dahnan to fight and win the battles going on inside of Dohalim, but somehow Zephyr always does. Protecting him from himself the same as he would anyone else seeking to hurt him.]
I won't, I promise-- to you and Law.
[Dawning realization as Dohalim opens his eyes, and sees the Dahnan kneeling at his feet. He knows what it means. How couldn't he? Zephyr has spent his entire life standing tall beneath the crushing weight of Renan oppression, refusing to take a knee for any Lord, no matter their power.
His hands are shaking in Zephyr's hands, and before Dohalim can find it within himself to speak again, his falling tears are wetting their fingers.]
Oh. Oh my word. You're... you're ruining my eyeliner. Please get up.
[ The shaking doesn't go unnoticed, and in response Zephyr threads their fingers together and squeezes. Just once, and not harsh enough to cause discomfort but enough to offer some form of reassurance. It takes him a moment to stand back on his own two feet, though it's not because his knees are stiff. Rather he takes the opportunity to look up at Dohalim with a weary smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
It's strange. Part of him had been afraid to even think about doing such a thing lest it draw forth painful memories from a life before becoming a rebel. Another part had worried about seeing pity or worse, disappointment in those eyes of his.
Despite it all, he finds none of it. The only thing he feels is a sense of relief and a heavy weight sliding from his shoulders. It's alright. It's going to be okay. ]
You're the first Renan to ever say that.
[ It's a joke. A bad one, but a joke all the same. When he finally hauls himself up it's not to cradle Dohalim's face between his palms or even lean down to kiss him. Instead of doing the predictable, he ducks down just enough to grab hold of the Renan's thighs and lift until his head sits higher than his own. Both arms go under them to support him, and Zephyr leans in to press a kiss to bronze skin. ]
Be gentle with me, alright? Remember, it's been a few years.
[It really is a bad joke, and a worse retort, not that it stops Dohalim from laughing between sobs. He hardly has time to wipe his tears away before Zephyr is picking him up as if he were a feather. Dohalim's hands go to the Dahnan's broad shoulders, ankles locking delicately behind his back.]
I make no promises, but shall do my best to try.
[A smile down at Zephyr, capturing his mouth in a kiss that's anything but chaste. The time for sweetness and subtlety has surely passed, and after how long Dohalim has wanted to be with Zephyr, not to mention the entire day of preparation, he is more than ready to take this confrontation to the sheets.
They may not be the silk-satin of Dohalim's bed in Autelina, but they'll do.]
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[Weakly, without any backbone behind it, because Zephyr is right. As he so often is. Zephyer does see Dohalim. All of him. Whether Dohalim wants him to or not.
All of the fear, insecurity, and anxiety threatening to overwhelm Dohalim for the past few weeks, compelling his turbulent thoughts and emotions, is dispatched by Zephyr's words with the same simple conviction as his fists.
A bitten back sob as Zephyr's lips break down the last of the defensive line he hadn't known he was holding. It shouldn't be possible for the Dahnan to fight and win the battles going on inside of Dohalim, but somehow Zephyr always does. Protecting him from himself the same as he would anyone else seeking to hurt him.]
I won't, I promise-- to you and Law.
[Dawning realization as Dohalim opens his eyes, and sees the Dahnan kneeling at his feet. He knows what it means. How couldn't he? Zephyr has spent his entire life standing tall beneath the crushing weight of Renan oppression, refusing to take a knee for any Lord, no matter their power.
His hands are shaking in Zephyr's hands, and before Dohalim can find it within himself to speak again, his falling tears are wetting their fingers.]
Oh. Oh my word. You're... you're ruining my eyeliner. Please get up.
I would much rather kiss you than stand over you.
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It's strange. Part of him had been afraid to even think about doing such a thing lest it draw forth painful memories from a life before becoming a rebel. Another part had worried about seeing pity or worse, disappointment in those eyes of his.
Despite it all, he finds none of it. The only thing he feels is a sense of relief and a heavy weight sliding from his shoulders. It's alright. It's going to be okay. ]
You're the first Renan to ever say that.
[ It's a joke. A bad one, but a joke all the same. When he finally hauls himself up it's not to cradle Dohalim's face between his palms or even lean down to kiss him. Instead of doing the predictable, he ducks down just enough to grab hold of the Renan's thighs and lift until his head sits higher than his own. Both arms go under them to support him, and Zephyr leans in to press a kiss to bronze skin. ]
Be gentle with me, alright? Remember, it's been a few years.
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[It really is a bad joke, and a worse retort, not that it stops Dohalim from laughing between sobs. He hardly has time to wipe his tears away before Zephyr is picking him up as if he were a feather. Dohalim's hands go to the Dahnan's broad shoulders, ankles locking delicately behind his back.]
I make no promises, but shall do my best to try.
[A smile down at Zephyr, capturing his mouth in a kiss that's anything but chaste. The time for sweetness and subtlety has surely passed, and after how long Dohalim has wanted to be with Zephyr, not to mention the entire day of preparation, he is more than ready to take this confrontation to the sheets.
They may not be the silk-satin of Dohalim's bed in Autelina, but they'll do.]