[breathes in deep, kneading at the back of his neck, feeling his arms around him... for a moment just suspended in warmth spreading through him, expanding his chest, prickling through his skin. It was fine at the time, being without this when they'd been through so much and he knew they'd be together again. But finally... and now it feels like maybe things could have been different...]
You should... I keep telling you to, every time, and I don't understand your idea of being selfish...
[Just kind of staying close, leaning his head back into Allen's touch when he seems to slow and pause, and realizing anew that he actually has to look up a bit at him.]
It's only that I can't be content if I'm unable to serve the happiness of those I love, so in that way I'm looking after my own satisfaction... I think you understand it more than you believe.
takes a deep breath, standing up straight in front of him...
Then he pulls his cloak, sliding it off his shoulders, letting the fabric coil at his feet. He reaches up to his throat and unfastens his tight-fitting Lacertan-cut collar, pulling it down, exposing the skin underneath. He pushes it off his opposite shoulder, then peels it down off the armed one.]
Watching patiently... Actually probably doing that thing where he's starting to mentally check off what has and hasn't changed since the last time they were together like this]
[a few more scars, from retraining, from searching the forests - he's gotten stronger again, sharper, as his strength has rebuilt, as his body hasn't burned away every calorie he puts in. He's grown in just the few months since they first got here; his shoulders are broader yet. He's not the best at stripping with one hand, but he's learned. As he takes the rest of his clothes off he flushes more, until his thumb hitches in his underwear and drags it down over his thighs 'til they drop. He kicks them off to the side, standing in front of him.
This body he still just doesn't see the appeal of. But he feels like it's worth showing Link, worth giving it to him, if it's what Link wants.]
[Actually jolts with the realization that a.. a thing.. just happened.. when Allen finally removes that last piece of clothing. He's almost surprised, staring a bit wide-eyed, holding his breath]
[hi yes, going pink enough to match Allen at this point, looking up at him, his own hand reaching out to touch him just above his knee and slide up to rest warmly on his hip. It's not clear whether he heard Allen speak...]
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You should... I keep telling you to, every time, and I don't understand your idea of being selfish...
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It's only that I can't be content if I'm unable to serve the happiness of those I love, so in that way I'm looking after my own satisfaction... I think you understand it more than you believe.
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. . .
Fair enough. . .
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Ah...
...Show me?
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I don't know how to really do anything special. . .
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I didn't mean it had to be, but I missed being with you, so... [tugging him along toward the bed]
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gently pushes him down so he sits.]
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takes a deep breath, standing up straight in front of him...
Then he pulls his cloak, sliding it off his shoulders, letting the fabric coil at his feet. He reaches up to his throat and unfastens his tight-fitting Lacertan-cut collar, pulling it down, exposing the skin underneath. He pushes it off his opposite shoulder, then peels it down off the armed one.]
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Watching patiently... Actually probably doing that thing where he's starting to mentally check off what has and hasn't changed since the last time they were together like this]
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This body he still just doesn't see the appeal of. But he feels like it's worth showing Link, worth giving it to him, if it's what Link wants.]
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[t-takes the step to be closer to Link, and raises his hand to brush his knuckles against his cheek.]
. . . I, ah. . .
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cups his face, then runs his fingertips from his temple down to this throat, thumbing along the line of his jaw, focused completely on him]
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Settling his other hand on Allen's hips as well, vaguely mimicking Allen's touch by stroking with his own thumbs.]