[ nothing about any of this is easy, fair, or something to look forward to. a large part of it is simply acceptance, but that doesn’t mean there’s no room for anxiety or worry. at its worst, they’re nothing more than test subjects, and at its best, they’re the would-be saviors of a dying world—burdened with a power only they can wield. either way, it’s a heavy thing for anyone to carry. it’s just that navia isn’t shy about saying aloud what they’re all quietly feeling. ]
In this case, I think it’s fair to feel that way.
[ with great care, wriothesley reaches up to the hand combing through his hair and gently guides it down to rest over his heart. if only so she can feel the thrum of excitement still lingering after a particularly rough shift. because even past his usual mask of composure, he’s just as susceptible to the same worries she carries. ]
And you mean to say: sitting here, head in your lap, and feeling genuinely pleased over a pat isn’t ridiculous either?
[ he leaves out the obvious hook of 'like a dog', but he laughs with her, and she can feel it—low and steady—under her hand before he drags his own to warm hers in return. ]
Now, if the roses in your hair are anything to go by, I’d say your shifted form will inspire more awe and grace than most. [ there's a beat and a flash of a grin before his ears quirk in her direction. ] Same as you’ve always been, really. Whether as yourself or as the head of the Spina.
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In this case, I think it’s fair to feel that way.
[ with great care, wriothesley reaches up to the hand combing through his hair and gently guides it down to rest over his heart. if only so she can feel the thrum of excitement still lingering after a particularly rough shift. because even past his usual mask of composure, he’s just as susceptible to the same worries she carries. ]
And you mean to say: sitting here, head in your lap, and feeling genuinely pleased over a pat isn’t ridiculous either?
[ he leaves out the obvious hook of 'like a dog', but he laughs with her, and she can feel it—low and steady—under her hand before he drags his own to warm hers in return. ]
Now, if the roses in your hair are anything to go by, I’d say your shifted form will inspire more awe and grace than most. [ there's a beat and a flash of a grin before his ears quirk in her direction. ] Same as you’ve always been, really. Whether as yourself or as the head of the Spina.