[ It'd be easier to bear if he knew this would lead to a kiss or perhaps a ravishment- but the weight of Taas' eyes has never been quite so unbearable, the kindness in him coiling like a leaden weight in his chest. Whatever came next? He did not know if he could stand to hear it.
One word. One word, one syllable, four letters, a lifetime of pain, of fear, of trepidation-
He freezes.
Eyes wide and skin blanched, he locks up entirely under Taas' hand. That- this isn't how the conversation is supposed to go. He was supposed to hear and know that he felt such a thing for Cyril not- not him. This is not for him, all this warmth, all this affection, all this promise. ]
no subject
One word. One word, one syllable, four letters, a lifetime of pain, of fear, of trepidation-
He freezes.
Eyes wide and skin blanched, he locks up entirely under Taas' hand. That- this isn't how the conversation is supposed to go. He was supposed to hear and know that he felt such a thing for Cyril not- not him. This is not for him, all this warmth, all this affection, all this promise. ]
I- You-
[ Maybe he did not explain it clearly? ]