[ clumsy handling of feelings is familiar, and not distantly so. the hand gripping at his shirt in a way that screams craving has him leaning back, reaching over to pull Alphinaud against his neck. Kitsu strokes his hair, cautious, mindful, tender.
while he understands the thrill of jumping in, to do so with someone completely inexperienced feels unkind. it isn't in him to do it to the brother of a friend.
had his sister survived to see this age, he's certain he would have lashed out violently at anyone who'd treated her with any way other than this. ]
You know what? I am. So we'll just have to keep it up, huh? What do you think?
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[ clumsy handling of feelings is familiar, and not distantly so. the hand gripping at his shirt in a way that screams craving has him leaning back, reaching over to pull Alphinaud against his neck. Kitsu strokes his hair, cautious, mindful, tender.
while he understands the thrill of jumping in, to do so with someone completely inexperienced feels unkind. it isn't in him to do it to the brother of a friend.
had his sister survived to see this age, he's certain he would have lashed out violently at anyone who'd treated her with any way other than this. ]
You know what? I am. So we'll just have to keep it up, huh? What do you think?