[ He remembers the very first time he saw you like this: you hair grown long and textured like a wolf's pelt, your skin like moonshine, and the rings against the violet of your eyes bringing to mind the last vestiges of a sunset. He hadn't been able to tell you then, how you'd taken his breath away, and how he'd wanted so badly to slip his hand into yours when you'd lifted your lips for another to kiss.
He'd been uncomfortable then; on guard. Titania was beautiful and more than her fair share of intimidating with effortless grace and movements that made it clear she was something more. But he regards her as much a friend as he can one of the Gentry, and the same can be said of Oberon, her husband, given the events of the last few weeks.
He pulls back briefly to look down at you better, his weight braced on both his arms. There's a tremor in his touch as he brushes the hair back from your eyes, before he traces the features that are sharper, smoothed down to a kind of perfection it cuts and wounds. ]
I know I probably sound like a broken record, but you're so beautiful.
[ His thumb lingers tenderly on your chin for a moment, before he allows that hand roam over the fabric of your clothes, fingertips following the design of your Brotherhood uniform to settle at your hip. There is only one thing in his eyes: how much he loves you, how much he needs and wants you, and how he really, really hopes that you won't turn him away.
He's tried to show you in recent weeks, in the few times you've had to let your mien show through, that you're as beautiful to him like this as you are in the skin he knows you best in. At the end of any day, it's still you, after all and as naive as it sounds, scars mean that you survived. That in the wake of what Izanami had done, you'd offered others compassion instead speaks of the man he'd fallen in love with before he even figured it out for himself.
It hurts you -- this, Arcadia, even the kingdom that loves you and wishes you to think of them as much home as the Fifth World -- and he had to stand in one of the spaces that's given him a better understanding of why.
Not dead enough, he'd told Makoto. Izanami could not remain dead enough. She isn't the kind of ghost he can send off, but if you let him, he'd like to help you make new memories -- better ones -- to help you feel safe. ]
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He'd been uncomfortable then; on guard. Titania was beautiful and more than her fair share of intimidating with effortless grace and movements that made it clear she was something more. But he regards her as much a friend as he can one of the Gentry, and the same can be said of Oberon, her husband, given the events of the last few weeks.
He pulls back briefly to look down at you better, his weight braced on both his arms. There's a tremor in his touch as he brushes the hair back from your eyes, before he traces the features that are sharper, smoothed down to a kind of perfection it cuts and wounds. ]
I know I probably sound like a broken record, but you're so beautiful.
[ His thumb lingers tenderly on your chin for a moment, before he allows that hand roam over the fabric of your clothes, fingertips following the design of your Brotherhood uniform to settle at your hip. There is only one thing in his eyes: how much he loves you, how much he needs and wants you, and how he really, really hopes that you won't turn him away.
He's tried to show you in recent weeks, in the few times you've had to let your mien show through, that you're as beautiful to him like this as you are in the skin he knows you best in. At the end of any day, it's still you, after all and as naive as it sounds, scars mean that you survived. That in the wake of what Izanami had done, you'd offered others compassion instead speaks of the man he'd fallen in love with before he even figured it out for himself.
It hurts you -- this, Arcadia, even the kingdom that loves you and wishes you to think of them as much home as the Fifth World -- and he had to stand in one of the spaces that's given him a better understanding of why.
Not dead enough, he'd told Makoto. Izanami could not remain dead enough. She isn't the kind of ghost he can send off, but if you let him, he'd like to help you make new memories -- better ones -- to help you feel safe. ]