[ OPEN ] the river's overrun

[godshattering]

Who: Claude and various
When: July + August
Where: The Free Cities, the Horizon, TBA
What: Catch all for both months + open TL for Free Cities quests for July
Warnings: None currently, will add/mark as needed


( open + closed starters below | action, prose, and wildcards all welcome | find me at indech, by PM, or on discord to plot something! )

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[godshattering]

[ Each reaction is carefully catalogued as he watches to make sure there's not discomfort too great there. Dion's eyes closing are a reassurance as Claude continues to gently run his fingers through the other man's hair in something hopefully soothing to make tension melt away.

Until it comes to hands where it's back again, and he waits patiently for what answer he'll receive. A succinct answer as it turns out, and one which requires no guessing about how Dion feels about it. ]

Maybe what's to come. [ A gentle correction when there's still so much unknown. He remembers Dion as a god well after all their time spent together in those centuries; maybe it's discomfort with that which weighs heavy here. This isn't the only change Claude's seen more as Sylvain also came back with something, and same for others still even before then. That's even before the things he'd done as a god that he'd rather forget in between better memories from then. ] Singularity or not, it changes nothing for me.

[ Which is what he can offer without going into more of those potential unknowns, much as he wants to offer more. Nothing which can be done about that now except gently squeeze the hand in his before lifting it to his lips to kiss the back of it for added reassurance, watching Dion all the while. ]

wrap up around here? ♥

[princeofruin]

Maybe. [His repetition could offer some agreement, and it does, but most of Dion is far more pessimistic about his own future. He has already succumbed to the emotions that had taken him over as a god once before. What is to stop him from getting worse? For settling into such feelings?

Perhaps it is this. His memories of all those years (and there were far too many of them) have drifted into fog, and he can no longer recall if he had lifetimes with Claude, or if they met again after centuries apart. But he cannot believe that love for another could make a man worse. It is the very antithesis as to what Ultima believed.

Dion's heart feels weak. Even with the scales, he can feel the press of heat, of lips. Of adoration. It is that which seals the fact he will tell Claude all of his secrets. To ensure he is worthy of such receptions.] Thank you. [He lifts himself, tipping his head in for another kiss.] Then I am yours as long as such beliefs continue.

it's a wrap!

[godshattering]

[ Maybe is something he can accept since it's enough for Dion to acknowledge it. He's under no illusions the other's answer changed even in that echo, but it's enough as he squeezes the hand still in his in response rather than reaching for any words. It's enough to watch Dion consider it even if he can't guess where those thoughts might be going, but that's the thing: there's time to learn them, and that's more than enough, too.

As Dion lifts Claude's already leaning down to meet him with his other hand going to the back of Dion's head to keep him there. If it's not the right time for words when there will be others, then instead he can put them into that kiss until it ends. And when it does he's not quick to pull away, instead holding Dion's gaze with a soft smile which only grows more so at what's said. ]

I could say the same.

[ Murmured quietly with fingers trailing through Dion's hair, and he means it. It would be easy to get distracted - as if he hasn't already when it's easy to linger here with more yet unsaid. Instead Claude presses one less kiss to the corner of the other man's mouth and leans back against the pillows behind him once more to pick up the temporarily forgotten book as they both settle in before he starts to read, Dion's hand still in his own all the while. ]