"Why are you on a schedule? Did something happen?" Sev pulls back just enough to search his face. He doesn't mean to worry, isn't trying to but he knows it's telegraphed on his face. He puts his hand on Abraxas' chest, over where the heart should beat and watches him. "What's wrong?"
He closes his eyes and leans forward again, touching his forehead to his. He told himself he was just coming to check on things. Like this wasn't home. Just another - what? Responsibility? Hardly. No, this doesn't feel safe, or warm and familiar. He doesn't get that.
"You can, you know." He whispers instead, tilting his chin just slightly. "It's been a few days since I could feel you in my blood. What about you?"
He's grateful for the dark, allowing it to hid his shame at being so needy.
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Date: 2022-08-10 06:37 pm (UTC)He closes his eyes and leans forward again, touching his forehead to his. He told himself he was just coming to check on things. Like this wasn't home. Just another - what? Responsibility? Hardly. No, this doesn't feel safe, or warm and familiar. He doesn't get that.
"You can, you know." He whispers instead, tilting his chin just slightly. "It's been a few days since I could feel you in my blood. What about you?"
He's grateful for the dark, allowing it to hid his shame at being so needy.