[Arms linked around Anders's waist, he lets his head lean against the man's chest as he thinks on that day... not particularly wanting to, considering the clusterfuck that was everything, but-- ]
-- yeah. I thought something was weird about it. Was just the way it came out. [He smiles faintly, mostly to himself.] I was gonna ask, but kept putting it off.
[Pressing into him, the move done before he's even realized it was happening, there's a strange, new need for closeness. He wishes they were home, tangled in their dark room, talking about these things. There was a newness to everything, and although the weight of the words hadn't yet sunk in, there was still a vulnerability that felt all too exposed out here in the streets. He felt like this thing they had, this whatever-it-was that sat closer to his heart than anything magnetic, could be snatched up. A trinket for some mugger.
So, there was a fear. Silly and illogical, but there nonetheless. Forever a fear of loss.
And not a fear he wanted known. Not seen or heard on his words. Clearing his throat, he glances up to meet the mage's eyes, black on gold.]
Celebrating's happening no matter where we are. Maybe just... maybe we go home, yeah? I'll open something up and we can drink to us. You can tell me why Martha was curious about whether or not I caught you.
action
Date: 2013-03-19 06:10 am (UTC)-- yeah. I thought something was weird about it. Was just the way it came out. [He smiles faintly, mostly to himself.] I was gonna ask, but kept putting it off.
[Pressing into him, the move done before he's even realized it was happening, there's a strange, new need for closeness. He wishes they were home, tangled in their dark room, talking about these things. There was a newness to everything, and although the weight of the words hadn't yet sunk in, there was still a vulnerability that felt all too exposed out here in the streets. He felt like this thing they had, this whatever-it-was that sat closer to his heart than anything magnetic, could be snatched up. A trinket for some mugger.
So, there was a fear. Silly and illogical, but there nonetheless. Forever a fear of loss.
And not a fear he wanted known. Not seen or heard on his words. Clearing his throat, he glances up to meet the mage's eyes, black on gold.]
Celebrating's happening no matter where we are. Maybe just... maybe we go home, yeah? I'll open something up and we can drink to us. You can tell me why Martha was curious about whether or not I caught you.