[ thankfully, he is more than strong. thankfully - it's not even the first time someone has promised utter devotion to him, either. after all, crick's fervent promise to be his godsblade is a loss that he still wears heavily on his shoulders, the sort of thing that haunts his memories. so, he handles the weight, carries it like a professional.
finds where it's too heavy, where it might be dragging nodd down too, and lifts it.
the first comment gets a soft huff. ] Now, if that's the case, you and I may cancel each other out.
[ because boy does temenos have issues with that too!!! haha!!!
the grip at the back of his neck loosens, and the hand at his chin does, too. it shifts instead, and temenos cups his cheek with one hand. a softer touch, something gentle. unstoppable force, immovable object. ]
And if you think that I would forget about you were something to happen, I ought to be insulted.
[ after all, nodd saw his memories - the most vulnerable part of him, a few weeks ago. it could be scolding, but it comes so clearly from a place of kindness, something warm. he's not angry or insulted at all, but the steadiness is a reminder. you don't have to act like that, to be remembered. at least not for temenos, who holds his ghosts so close and so tenderly they act like a weight. ]
[ as temenos' cups his cheek in his palm, nodd leans into the touch, eyelids half-shuttering. nodd is a fighter, not a lover, as seen by how well he withstands physical pain but gentleness makes him sour. or melt. the latter, this time, because it's balanced by the surety temenos offers.
nodd doesn't pray, but if he did, he'd pray that he die, between the two of them. temenos has that bright mind constantly churning through the evidence. the utter dedication to truth above all else. he should stay alive.
there was no desire tonight to insult temenos. it's a solid bet that a man of the cloth won't have the sort of streetrat experience nodd picked up before he lived at the monastery. any small yielding, each kiss, is quite satisfying.
he'd climb on temenos' in an instant if he changed his mind, but this calm togetherness has charm.
nodd turns his face into temeno's hand as he's asked to stay. happy. ]
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finds where it's too heavy, where it might be dragging nodd down too, and lifts it.
the first comment gets a soft huff. ] Now, if that's the case, you and I may cancel each other out.
[ because boy does temenos have issues with that too!!! haha!!!
the grip at the back of his neck loosens, and the hand at his chin does, too. it shifts instead, and temenos cups his cheek with one hand. a softer touch, something gentle. unstoppable force, immovable object. ]
And if you think that I would forget about you were something to happen, I ought to be insulted.
[ after all, nodd saw his memories - the most vulnerable part of him, a few weeks ago. it could be scolding, but it comes so clearly from a place of kindness, something warm. he's not angry or insulted at all, but the steadiness is a reminder. you don't have to act like that, to be remembered. at least not for temenos, who holds his ghosts so close and so tenderly they act like a weight. ]
Stay the night.
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nodd doesn't pray, but if he did, he'd pray that he die, between the two of them. temenos has that bright mind constantly churning through the evidence. the utter dedication to truth above all else. he should stay alive.
there was no desire tonight to insult temenos. it's a solid bet that a man of the cloth won't have the sort of streetrat experience nodd picked up before he lived at the monastery. any small yielding, each kiss, is quite satisfying.
he'd climb on temenos' in an instant if he changed his mind, but this calm togetherness has charm.
nodd turns his face into temeno's hand as he's asked to stay. happy. ]
I was hoping you'd ask.