[ There's curtained sections within the tent, a comfortable place to sit or lie on plush velvet pillows in the corner where he gently leads Urianger. Outside they can still hear the sounds of the carnival, muffled by the fabric walls.
It was always windowless rooms in the palace. You could hear nothing, see nothing of the outside world. But he could always feel eyes on him.
He's cognizant of the blood flow in Urianger's veins and arteries, that adorable pinkish tinge to the tips or his ears, the heat of his palm, the pointed touch of his finger to his exposed chest. He plays at pouting, because this is still a game, but he feels a twinge defensive at those words. ]
You're not a beast in the wood, and neither am I. You're in safe hands, I promise.
[ His hand slips to take Urianger's again, his gaze sliding from wrist to neck. ]
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[ There's curtained sections within the tent, a comfortable place to sit or lie on plush velvet pillows in the corner where he gently leads Urianger. Outside they can still hear the sounds of the carnival, muffled by the fabric walls.
It was always windowless rooms in the palace. You could hear nothing, see nothing of the outside world. But he could always feel eyes on him.
He's cognizant of the blood flow in Urianger's veins and arteries, that adorable pinkish tinge to the tips or his ears, the heat of his palm, the pointed touch of his finger to his exposed chest. He plays at pouting, because this is still a game, but he feels a twinge defensive at those words. ]
You're not a beast in the wood, and neither am I. You're in safe hands, I promise.
[ His hand slips to take Urianger's again, his gaze sliding from wrist to neck. ]
Now, where shall it be - ?
[ Most here offer their wrist. ]