[ His voice is soft and hoarse, but he knows Basch will hear him. he always hears him. His own arms tighten around the other man when he hears that emotion choke him up. Those softly murmured confessions. The ones that resonate with him so deeply, he aches with it.
How long had he spent thinking the exact same thing? That something in him was... broken. Wrong. Because he could never be more than a tool to those around him. An object to be manipulated or maneuvered, or just used to further their own ends. His wants or needs had never been important, just an inconsequential annoyance at best. And he'd resented everyone for it, even as he played their games with a sharp smile and quick wit. A forced shallow carelessness he wrapped around himself like a shield, so it would stop hurting so damn much whenever he accidentally exposed a vulnerability and immediately had it turned around against him.
Basch... Basch was everything he'd never let himself want, because wanting was too dangerous and Basch... he was the most dangerous weapon to Sylvain he could possibly imagine. But there was no one wielding him here, no one aiming him at Sylvain's weaknesses. And Basch himself would never turn a sharp edge to him - he'd proven that time and time again. ]
I know. [ He whispers the words again, because they're truer than Basch knows. he understands, and what's even more shocking, he knows Basch understands him.
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[ His voice is soft and hoarse, but he knows Basch will hear him. he always hears him. His own arms tighten around the other man when he hears that emotion choke him up. Those softly murmured confessions. The ones that resonate with him so deeply, he aches with it.
How long had he spent thinking the exact same thing? That something in him was... broken. Wrong. Because he could never be more than a tool to those around him. An object to be manipulated or maneuvered, or just used to further their own ends. His wants or needs had never been important, just an inconsequential annoyance at best. And he'd resented everyone for it, even as he played their games with a sharp smile and quick wit. A forced shallow carelessness he wrapped around himself like a shield, so it would stop hurting so damn much whenever he accidentally exposed a vulnerability and immediately had it turned around against him.
Basch... Basch was everything he'd never let himself want, because wanting was too dangerous and Basch... he was the most dangerous weapon to Sylvain he could possibly imagine. But there was no one wielding him here, no one aiming him at Sylvain's weaknesses. And Basch himself would never turn a sharp edge to him - he'd proven that time and time again. ]
I know. [ He whispers the words again, because they're truer than Basch knows. he understands, and what's even more shocking, he knows Basch understands him.
There were no words to encompass that. ]