[Like a startled cat or the first touch of a newborn chocobo, Dion stiffens at the touch. This is not his norm. He was not allowed -- or, rather, did not allow himself -- more than small, brief moments of tenderness with Terence. Moments that were still hidden from prying eyes, that were in his tent on the battlefield or, more rarely, his room in the castle.
He was already target enough. He did not need to spread the danger to anyone else.
Another stiffening when Claude takes his hand, and this time he watches it happen, his eyes having slowly slipped closed from the touch. Of course he understands the sense that Claude does not care, but... Dion does. He has hated the change since it was forced on him.
Now Claude's fingers slip between his, unharried by the feeling of scales. Well. He does have extensive experience with wyverns. A distinct fondness of them. It is only that Dion has always had a firm separation of himself and of Bahamut. They were separate, they were one and the same. His body was his own, apart from the curse.]
A gift. [He tilts his head back to look up to Claude's face. He doesn't need to speak it to make it a question.] From the Singularity, so I've been told. A hint of what is to come.
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He was already target enough. He did not need to spread the danger to anyone else.
Another stiffening when Claude takes his hand, and this time he watches it happen, his eyes having slowly slipped closed from the touch. Of course he understands the sense that Claude does not care, but... Dion does. He has hated the change since it was forced on him.
Now Claude's fingers slip between his, unharried by the feeling of scales. Well. He does have extensive experience with wyverns. A distinct fondness of them. It is only that Dion has always had a firm separation of himself and of Bahamut. They were separate, they were one and the same. His body was his own, apart from the curse.]
A gift. [He tilts his head back to look up to Claude's face. He doesn't need to speak it to make it a question.] From the Singularity, so I've been told. A hint of what is to come.