[ 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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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. ]