[Oh, hmm, that's a point about the magic wards. Palamedes makes a face, like, ah- well that was a different context, anyway.]
I can impress you more than once.
[In fact, maybe that's the goal! Not everything can be magic wards and hypothetical bar fights, after all, and he exists firmly in the space of 'Viktor deserves happiness.' A sandwich, for example, is impressive...
No matter; he'll muddle through it eventually. Viktor all but clings to him in the next kiss, and he thinks, ah - so there is something there, in the implications that nice things are somehow transitory. Another idea he wishes he could put in a box and smash with a hammer, or something, just to be sure he's made the depths of his devotion clear. That might be dramatic; so be it, he supposes, because he knows that kind of fear isn't one he can excise entirely, anyway.
He can tilt closer to Viktor, pressing their heads together once more, letting the same assurance wash over him. That Viktor will stick around too is something he also believes, and given what they've done for each other even before the past, hm, hour or so makes him realize he's believed it all along. Even when Viktor ignored his messages, which makes him roll his eyes as affectionately as he can. He certainly didn't approve of hiding the tether to protect him from it, but it's hard to ignore the intentions there.]
I'm a busybody, [he says, and debates adding your busybody, but that's almost too much cheese,] And I trust you— even when you're running away to the docks.
[Fool behavior. Please do not repeat.]
Belatedly, let's sit. Somehow, you've distracted me into standing around at the kitchen counter for this long.
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I can impress you more than once.
[In fact, maybe that's the goal! Not everything can be magic wards and hypothetical bar fights, after all, and he exists firmly in the space of 'Viktor deserves happiness.' A sandwich, for example, is impressive...
No matter; he'll muddle through it eventually. Viktor all but clings to him in the next kiss, and he thinks, ah - so there is something there, in the implications that nice things are somehow transitory. Another idea he wishes he could put in a box and smash with a hammer, or something, just to be sure he's made the depths of his devotion clear. That might be dramatic; so be it, he supposes, because he knows that kind of fear isn't one he can excise entirely, anyway.
He can tilt closer to Viktor, pressing their heads together once more, letting the same assurance wash over him. That Viktor will stick around too is something he also believes, and given what they've done for each other even before the past, hm, hour or so makes him realize he's believed it all along. Even when Viktor ignored his messages, which makes him roll his eyes as affectionately as he can. He certainly didn't approve of hiding the tether to protect him from it, but it's hard to ignore the intentions there.]
I'm a busybody, [he says, and debates adding your busybody, but that's almost too much cheese,] And I trust you— even when you're running away to the docks.
[Fool behavior. Please do not repeat.]
Belatedly, let's sit. Somehow, you've distracted me into standing around at the kitchen counter for this long.