[It’s like coming home to gently trace the strong back. He drags fingers through long red hair. It’s as soft as he remembered. He almost chokes on all the emotions welling up within him. He tucks his face against him while Diluc does the same.
He holds onto him. Diluc needs to know that he can just be in his hands. His love has a lot to work through and he can and will be patient for that work. The wisdom he’s earned from having a relationship before lies where he left it. He won’t pick it back up until they’re ready to walk forward together.
He sighs, relaxing. But his hold remains possessive. Diluc is his and he is his. And as much as he would love to bare it all. He won’t take off the eyepatch until Diluc can handle seeing the scar again. He hugs him to him, making no attempt to hide how he breathes in his scent. The familiar tones of it soothe him.
His hands move in gentle circles on his back. It occurs to him that he never asked to work the tension out of Diluc’s back before. Well, this time he’ll ask sometime.]
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He holds onto him. Diluc needs to know that he can just be in his hands. His love has a lot to work through and he can and will be patient for that work. The wisdom he’s earned from having a relationship before lies where he left it. He won’t pick it back up until they’re ready to walk forward together.
He sighs, relaxing. But his hold remains possessive. Diluc is his and he is his. And as much as he would love to bare it all. He won’t take off the eyepatch until Diluc can handle seeing the scar again. He hugs him to him, making no attempt to hide how he breathes in his scent. The familiar tones of it soothe him.
His hands move in gentle circles on his back. It occurs to him that he never asked to work the tension out of Diluc’s back before. Well, this time he’ll ask sometime.]