[ For his part Claude waits patiently as Dion moves towards the bed, watching what feels like deliberate decisions for each action with a small smile on his own face. Perhaps it's merely the formality he's come to know and finds endearing surfacing again in a squeeze in his chest somewhere around his heart as the other man settles onto his lap. He could tell himself as much, minimize it to just that, but even Claude's never been that good at lying to himself.
Easier to translate it for now to reaching to run a hand through Dion's hair first at the angle where it's fallen and then to brush it back with each gentle pass of his fingers through it. A gesture also meaningful while the dragon settles herself into place like the leosylphs do whenever he sits down in an armchair with a book almost just like this. ]
Lucky for you then we can also arrange for this to be more than once when our thoughts are the same on it being better.
[ But what Claude really means is lucky for him to be allowed this, lucky for them to be here. Something which verges a bit too close to honesty for him to voice despite everything else said through words and actions in this very room, and something to be saved.
The book rests against his chest with it momentarily intentionally placed aside in his thoughts. He'd meant it about reading, but first is reaching for one of Dion's now ungloved hands to again take it in his own with the other man's fingers resting in his palm. A quiet question without words before Claude curls his own fingers around scales and claws he doesn't remember from before though the answer doesn't so much matter as much as the hand in his and the man curled around him. ]
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Easier to translate it for now to reaching to run a hand through Dion's hair first at the angle where it's fallen and then to brush it back with each gentle pass of his fingers through it. A gesture also meaningful while the dragon settles herself into place like the leosylphs do whenever he sits down in an armchair with a book almost just like this. ]
Lucky for you then we can also arrange for this to be more than once when our thoughts are the same on it being better.
[ But what Claude really means is lucky for him to be allowed this, lucky for them to be here. Something which verges a bit too close to honesty for him to voice despite everything else said through words and actions in this very room, and something to be saved.
The book rests against his chest with it momentarily intentionally placed aside in his thoughts. He'd meant it about reading, but first is reaching for one of Dion's now ungloved hands to again take it in his own with the other man's fingers resting in his palm. A quiet question without words before Claude curls his own fingers around scales and claws he doesn't remember from before though the answer doesn't so much matter as much as the hand in his and the man curled around him. ]