Destro: (and that. is a soul-borne smiile, relief and wondering and fondness, deeper-than-fondness. consonance. how well enrion understands. and how... odd, to think this had always seemed impossible. anyone knowing of this place, and the world not fracturing.)
Destro: (anyone knowing him, and the world not fracturing.)
Destro: (he wants to touch enrion's cheek; all he manages is to wrap his hand at the boy's elbow, a light and barely maintained hold. it's hard to... manage much of anything.)
Destro: (and enrion is beautiful, and this place is beautiful, and he thinks his chest, his breath might burst.)
Destro: enri.
Destro: my enri, yes, you...
Destro: have it exactly.
Destro: (pressing light at that elbow)
Destro: it's... strange to me. and not at all unwelcome. that you are my home.
Destro: my enri.
Enrion: (His heart beats an unsteady rhythm, clenching and joyfully bursting. His empty hand rises and soothes along Destro's hair, as if to impart that it's all okay. Everything is okay.)
Destro: (fk well. he is just gonna sink against that touch. let himself feel it, feel enrion, feels this confluence of everything he holds dearest)
Destro: (most fond.)
Enrion: (He presses a kiss to the corner of the other man's mouth, then withdraws only a little.)
Enrion: My fondness.
Enrion: (His only fondness. His greater-than-fondness.)
Destro: (He'll find better words.)
Destro: (a soft sound, almost a whimper. assent that he canot put to words right now, but he can swallow, can holy enrion's eyes and try to communicate his own, oh, fondness, yes, greater-than-fondness.)
Destro: (he really can... rely on this boy. utterly.)
Destro: ((as he adores him, wholly.))
Enrion: (Of course it's reflected back. Why should it be anything else but this unspeakable (not always, someday he'll find the words and speak it) emotion.)
Enrion: (Of course Destro feels the same for him.)
Enrion: (Enrion rests his forehead against Destro's and murmurs softly, /it's okay, it's okay/)
Enrion: (And without giving it too much thought, he offers softly -)
Enrion: My Destro.
Destro: (it helps. it ought to be foolish that hearing 'it's okay' helps, but it does and--)
Destro: (that. oh. that.)
Destro: (he's just. going to... he finds he shifted his head to enrion's shoulder, has drawn himself against the boy in a grateful embrace.)
Destro: (that, oh he. liked the sound of that.)
Destro: (and how welcome he feels.)
Destro: (how damnably fortunate he is.)
Destro: (and softly, voice a little wavered in a self-betrayal he doesn't mind-) enri.
Enrion: (Enrion draws him close without hesitation, wraps him in a warm embrace as though he can shield - ha, as if Destro needs shielding.)
Enrion: ((Doesn't he.))
Destro: (here against enrion, he comes back to himself slowly, breathing a little deeper (breathing in the scent of enrion). and his hand grasp to enrion becomes a slow caress at the boy's boy. and his head pressed against enrion's shoulder offers a nuzzle, again, again.)
Enrion: (Enrion remains quiet, sensing that there are times when he needs to be weak, when he needs to be soft, or kneeling, or pleading - and then there are times when he needs to be -)
Enrion: (Strong. And let Destro lean on him.)
Enrion: (His hands stroke carefully, comfortingly, and he does nuzzle back, though with less of his usual playful, breathless melting.)
Enrion: I'm here. I'll always be here for you. I'm here.
Destro: (as he nuzzles, he nods, slow, registering the words and knowing their truth. knowing how strangely... safe, he feels. (as if he's ever needed to feel safe.) (but when. when was the last timehe lost all semblence of guard? he must have been... young, somewhere in childhood. it's. uncommon. unheard of. and yet here he stands, vulnerabilities bared, and here enrion holds him, reassures him, and everything feels... perfectly in place.)
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Destro: (anyone knowing him, and the world not fracturing.)
Destro: (he wants to touch enrion's cheek; all he manages is to wrap his hand at the boy's elbow, a light and barely maintained hold. it's hard to... manage much of anything.)
Destro: (and enrion is beautiful, and this place is beautiful, and he thinks his chest, his breath might burst.)
Destro: enri.
Destro: my enri, yes, you...
Destro: have it exactly.
Destro: (pressing light at that elbow)
Destro: it's... strange to me. and not at all unwelcome. that you are my home.
Destro: my enri.
Enrion: (His heart beats an unsteady rhythm, clenching and joyfully bursting. His empty hand rises and soothes along Destro's hair, as if to impart that it's all okay. Everything is okay.)
Destro: (fk well. he is just gonna sink against that touch. let himself feel it, feel enrion, feels this confluence of everything he holds dearest)
Destro: (most fond.)
Enrion: (He presses a kiss to the corner of the other man's mouth, then withdraws only a little.)
Enrion: My fondness.
Enrion: (His only fondness. His greater-than-fondness.)
Destro: (He'll find better words.)
Destro: (a soft sound, almost a whimper. assent that he canot put to words right now, but he can swallow, can holy enrion's eyes and try to communicate his own, oh, fondness, yes, greater-than-fondness.)
Destro: (he really can... rely on this boy. utterly.)
Destro: ((as he adores him, wholly.))
Enrion: (Of course it's reflected back. Why should it be anything else but this unspeakable (not always, someday he'll find the words and speak it) emotion.)
Enrion: (Of course Destro feels the same for him.)
Enrion: (Enrion rests his forehead against Destro's and murmurs softly, /it's okay, it's okay/)
Enrion: (And without giving it too much thought, he offers softly -)
Enrion: My Destro.
Destro: (it helps. it ought to be foolish that hearing 'it's okay' helps, but it does and--)
Destro: (that. oh. that.)
Destro: (he's just. going to... he finds he shifted his head to enrion's shoulder, has drawn himself against the boy in a grateful embrace.)
Destro: (that, oh he. liked the sound of that.)
Destro: (and how welcome he feels.)
Destro: (how damnably fortunate he is.)
Destro: (and softly, voice a little wavered in a self-betrayal he doesn't mind-) enri.
Enrion: (Enrion draws him close without hesitation, wraps him in a warm embrace as though he can shield - ha, as if Destro needs shielding.)
Enrion: ((Doesn't he.))
Destro: (here against enrion, he comes back to himself slowly, breathing a little deeper (breathing in the scent of enrion). and his hand grasp to enrion becomes a slow caress at the boy's boy. and his head pressed against enrion's shoulder offers a nuzzle, again, again.)
Enrion: (Enrion remains quiet, sensing that there are times when he needs to be weak, when he needs to be soft, or kneeling, or pleading - and then there are times when he needs to be -)
Enrion: (Strong. And let Destro lean on him.)
Enrion: (His hands stroke carefully, comfortingly, and he does nuzzle back, though with less of his usual playful, breathless melting.)
Enrion: I'm here. I'll always be here for you. I'm here.
Destro: (as he nuzzles, he nods, slow, registering the words and knowing their truth. knowing how strangely... safe, he feels. (as if he's ever needed to feel safe.) (but when. when was the last timehe lost all semblence of guard? he must have been... young, somewhere in childhood. it's. uncommon. unheard of. and yet here he stands, vulnerabilities bared, and here enrion holds him, reassures him, and everything feels... perfectly in place.)