Those Gordian knots made of his insides just waiting to be cut in half? He can hear a blade being unsheathed, he'll swear it on anyone's grave including his own.
He nods mutely; his grip tightening by tiny little increments for every condition stated.
He closes his eyes, because it feels like the thing to do, and thinks back on the dream in question. It has scarcely left his mind since the two nights in question, it isn't a difficult thing to ask of him. He takes a deep breath, remembers the warmth, the overwhelming sensuality of it. The comfort of being held, the complete lack of demands and pressure and stress, the... He thinks it might be how it feels to be loved.
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Date: 2008-07-06 09:54 pm (UTC)He nods mutely; his grip tightening by tiny little increments for every condition stated.
He closes his eyes, because it feels like the thing to do, and thinks back on the dream in question. It has scarcely left his mind since the two nights in question, it isn't a difficult thing to ask of him. He takes a deep breath, remembers the warmth, the overwhelming sensuality of it. The comfort of being held, the complete lack of demands and pressure and stress, the... He thinks it might be how it feels to be loved.