[a little noise escapes him, as it so often does, but he's quick to lean into that hold and nestle in close, warming his whole soul with the contact. this really is just... perfect, somehow. it feels like it should be, even.]
... then I will believe in that. [it's a fragile little admission, a reminder that he will. Olivine always wants him to come back, that much he's sure of. after that declaration, he falls quiet, just basking in this closeness, until he finally exhales a sigh and nuzzles his face into Basch's jaw.] I should get up to stir the stew and add the rest of the vegetables. It should be done soon.
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Date: 2024-05-31 02:01 am (UTC)... then I will believe in that. [it's a fragile little admission, a reminder that he will. Olivine always wants him to come back, that much he's sure of. after that declaration, he falls quiet, just basking in this closeness, until he finally exhales a sigh and nuzzles his face into Basch's jaw.] I should get up to stir the stew and add the rest of the vegetables. It should be done soon.