[ CLOSED ] the dawn is opening

[godshattering]

Who: Claude and various
When: September, October, November
Where: Cadens, Libertas, the Horizon
What: Catch all
Warnings: None currently, will add/mark as needed


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[godshattering]

Oh, well. I always knew there was a fellow fussy noble lurking in there somewhere.

[ 'Fussy noble' being one of those terms better suited for someone like Lorenz, what with the years of Claude being rather close to the source of all fussing in the entirety of Fodlan or so it'd felt, but it's fitting to playfully throw back at Sylvain.

He's not so sure he buys anything about what follows it - or that he wants to get into dragging things forward from Fodlan to this moment here - but looping his arms around the other man's neck to complete the embrace takes precedence for time being. So does running his fingers through whatever strands of red hair he can reach, and maybe so without realizing there's a far too fond smile on his face paired with it. ]

That just means you'll be good at keeping up with me, I suppose. Especially since there's something like a few months here we have now to prove it.

[philancer]

[ Sylvain's own smile softens somewhat as he chuckles, enjoying the feel of those fingers in his hair as he bends his head to brush his lips against Claude's. His arms are wound loosely about his lips and the music is just hushed background noise now. ]

I guess I must be. Imagine that. [ A slow, brief kiss before he rests his forehead against Claude's, meeting his gaze with affection in his eyes. ] In case I forgot to say it earlier... thanks for all this. Tonight was... really great.

[godshattering]

[ Being this close is its own special kind of comfort where there might as well be no one else where but the two of them, and even with all the uncertainties waiting to be considered again it's enough to take in this moment with one particular surety when Sylvain kisses him once and then twice: he's happy.

He hums as if considering something, as if looking for some silly retort like the ones they so frequently toss back and forth, but nothing ever surfaces when taking in the look on Sylvain's face. Nothing that Claude has to second guess, nor does he have to guess whether it's matched on his own when he can feel it is as he keeps running his fingers through the other's hair. ]

Well. It's no cooking a surprise dinner, but I was hoping it might be even a sliver of that. [ With a fleeting grin as he decides those previous kisses weren't enough and leans up again to steal another one, and then another simply because he can, and to stay close to murmur against Sylvain's lips after. ] The night's still young, though, and I can think of more than a few ways to close it out back at the loft.