[It may be the first time he has had anything to truly smile about, and for it to last so long. The press of their bodies is unfamiliar and electric; it burns like the light he's held in him since the day he was born.
There is a lifting of weight. For once, he is not thinking of his guilt, or his regrets, or his loss.]
Stumbling is... the correct term, I think.
[As much as a newborn drake that has yet to understand where its legs end and its wings begin, so, too, Dion feels he is approaching an entirely new experience. This is not... this is not how he was with Terence, where he always knew where he stood, what Terence thought of him. Still so much of Claude is covered in fog; details of his world, of his life beyond the monastery. The war he was pulled into. The war he survived to be here.
He leans into the hand upon his face.] You captured some parcel of my heart before we were ever gods. That, I can promise you. But I was not sure... if you had the room for such affections.
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There is a lifting of weight. For once, he is not thinking of his guilt, or his regrets, or his loss.]
Stumbling is... the correct term, I think.
[As much as a newborn drake that has yet to understand where its legs end and its wings begin, so, too, Dion feels he is approaching an entirely new experience. This is not... this is not how he was with Terence, where he always knew where he stood, what Terence thought of him. Still so much of Claude is covered in fog; details of his world, of his life beyond the monastery. The war he was pulled into. The war he survived to be here.
He leans into the hand upon his face.] You captured some parcel of my heart before we were ever gods. That, I can promise you. But I was not sure... if you had the room for such affections.