[ Kaspar is all warmth and relaxing muscle, breathing softly now that he's had time. All his efforts styling his hair undone, the scent of flowers lingers faint as watercolors. Now that his lungs no longer remember the burn, just the soothingly warm humid air he draws off Steinbeck's skin, his throat relaxes. River, earth, and something all his own.
His own body can't remember the last time someone held him like this. He must've been a child. None of his older brothers would've shown him such grace in perceived weakness. No, these rare moments were better spent alone.
But, just this once. Just this once.
The words, at first, only have him nuzzling closer, tightening his arms as if his gratitude might seep between them. A mending for the wounds caused passing thorns between skin. He inhales, opening his mouth. All that comes is a pitiful puff of air.
What does he want? It takes more silence, more gentle idle touches.
Calm, calm, like the river, accepting and circling his feelings. Picking at it, starting with the farthest vine. ]
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His own body can't remember the last time someone held him like this. He must've been a child. None of his older brothers would've shown him such grace in perceived weakness. No, these rare moments were better spent alone.
But, just this once. Just this once.
The words, at first, only have him nuzzling closer, tightening his arms as if his gratitude might seep between them. A mending for the wounds caused passing thorns between skin. He inhales, opening his mouth. All that comes is a pitiful puff of air.
What does he want? It takes more silence, more gentle idle touches.
Calm, calm, like the river, accepting and circling his feelings. Picking at it, starting with the farthest vine. ]
... have you ever been on a date?