[ He has a thousand protests to that, but he's calming enough that he does not want to reject Sylvain's comfort, does not want to sit in what could have happened. ]
It is not my heart I am worried over. It is my head being too slow or too naive.
[ There's less bite to it, though, and his lips find Sylvain's again. Less desperate, if no less demanding. His tentacles shift, wrapping around the other, brushing hair, finding any way to touch ]
I love you [ he whispers. It is a plea, a reminder, a promise -- and a fear. ] I am afraid -- I am afraid you will be ripped away from me too.
[ Because every other thing he had ever loved was. ]
[ A quiet chuckle, even if Basch's concerns are far from funny. He understands them, all too well. But he's also aware of those extra appendages now wrapping around him, in a way that's... almost familiar. Then again, this isn't the first time...
He presses another kiss to Basch's lips, warm and soothing, hating the way the man's voice had cracked on that confession. ]
I love you, too. And I can be just as afraid of that at times. Perhaps you shall just have to hold onto me extra tightly to make sure nothing can tear me from your grasp.
[ his own hands slide back until he can tangle fingers in Basch's hair, gripping firmly as he keeps the other man held close. ]
[ It helps that Sylvain isn't flinching, physically or emotionally. It had been one thing to be like this at the resort, but facing that it might...be permanent...was frightening and threatening in ways he couldn't voice.
His breath catches, too, at how easily Sylvain returns those words. They still don't use them often, and he still treasures what it means for Sylvain to give them back. ]
I do have the means to hold you extra tightly [ he says, hoarse and low, but a genuine tease to it. It turns to a sigh, almost a whimper as Sylvain buries his hands in Basch's hair and pulls him close. ]
I...want to pleasure you. I do not know the rules here. It is not the resort, and we cannot go anywhere private with me like this.
[ There's a plea to it, a frustration. How can he have his lover in his arms and still feel blocked from him? All he wants is to melt into the closeness they've shared so many times. ]
[ He pulls back a moment to search Basch's face, because that grief and desperation he can sense in his lover is still worrying him, even if he knows its the lingering effects of fear, of uncertainty. The thing they both fear more than anything else - losing the other, one way or another. But at that sight of frustration, it settles something in him, too. This, this is something he can do something about, even if the stuck magic leaves them both in a sort of limbo for now. ]
Come here.
[ he urges instead, wading deeper into the pool of water, drawing Basch along with him. ]
We've got this place to ourselves - there was no one around when I came looking for you. We can do anything you want, right here, alright?
[ Basch is suddenly shy, even if he lets Sylvain lead him. Despite everything they did at the Golden Peacock, it's different here; there's no way to mask his desire behind the rules of the place, the suggestions they both know are coming. It's absurd, really; Sylvain has wanted him through everything, in every scenario they've had.
That's the fear, isn't it? That somehow he'll find the combination that breaks this.
It doesn't help that he's never been entirely himself when in this form before. What if he doesn't have the parts that make it work for Sylvain? What if all he is now is this? It's a thousand worries, much closer to the man he was when Sylvain met him than who he is now.
He doesn't eve realize the way his tentacles are curling around the other, seeking and releasing in nervous want. He's learned enough to at least not bolt, leaning his head into the other's. ]
I want...to feel close. [ To feel stable. To feel okay. To be as carefree and confident as he'd been for those months. To still be enough for Sylvain. ]
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Re: that’s what they’re here for ;)
Date: 2025-09-06 04:22 pm (UTC)It is not my heart I am worried over. It is my head being too slow or too naive.
[ There's less bite to it, though, and his lips find Sylvain's again. Less desperate, if no less demanding. His tentacles shift, wrapping around the other, brushing hair, finding any way to touch ]
I love you [ he whispers. It is a plea, a reminder, a promise -- and a fear. ] I am afraid -- I am afraid you will be ripped away from me too.
[ Because every other thing he had ever loved was. ]
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Date: 2025-09-08 07:37 pm (UTC)He presses another kiss to Basch's lips, warm and soothing, hating the way the man's voice had cracked on that confession. ]
I love you, too. And I can be just as afraid of that at times. Perhaps you shall just have to hold onto me extra tightly to make sure nothing can tear me from your grasp.
[ his own hands slide back until he can tangle fingers in Basch's hair, gripping firmly as he keeps the other man held close. ]
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Date: 2025-09-10 10:19 pm (UTC)His breath catches, too, at how easily Sylvain returns those words. They still don't use them often, and he still treasures what it means for Sylvain to give them back. ]
I do have the means to hold you extra tightly [ he says, hoarse and low, but a genuine tease to it. It turns to a sigh, almost a whimper as Sylvain buries his hands in Basch's hair and pulls him close. ]
I...want to pleasure you. I do not know the rules here. It is not the resort, and we cannot go anywhere private with me like this.
[ There's a plea to it, a frustration. How can he have his lover in his arms and still feel blocked from him? All he wants is to melt into the closeness they've shared so many times. ]
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Date: 2025-10-14 02:01 pm (UTC)Come here.
[ he urges instead, wading deeper into the pool of water, drawing Basch along with him. ]
We've got this place to ourselves - there was no one around when I came looking for you. We can do anything you want, right here, alright?
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Date: 2025-10-27 05:54 pm (UTC)That's the fear, isn't it? That somehow he'll find the combination that breaks this.
It doesn't help that he's never been entirely himself when in this form before. What if he doesn't have the parts that make it work for Sylvain? What if all he is now is this? It's a thousand worries, much closer to the man he was when Sylvain met him than who he is now.
He doesn't eve realize the way his tentacles are curling around the other, seeking and releasing in nervous want. He's learned enough to at least not bolt, leaning his head into the other's. ]
I want...to feel close. [ To feel stable. To feel okay. To be as carefree and confident as he'd been for those months. To still be enough for Sylvain. ]