vax'ildan recognizes the shift, because not too long ago, it was him that clung to whatever kindnesses he could find. it was vax that latched on to keyleth, his shining star in the dark. she showed him affection and forced his hand when he never wanted to play it, a fact that he resented at the time. he learned to appreciate it, to love it.
and now he's going to do the same thing for someone who might not want it.
vax keeps his pace steady, remembering what it felt like to need a rock. he returns essek's kisses, but with less intensity, providing him a hold to grip, a lip to lift himself up by. half elven hands hold his cheek, building a bridge to suspend for his friend.
take what you need, he doesn't say. i'm here for you.
It's relatively short-lived. The warm steadiness does much to quell the burst of immediate need, the search for an anchor point. It's hard to know what he wants lately, what feels right and what may not be. Even when he thinks his own intentions aren't wrong, it's sometimes still hard to know for sure. Vax feels right, but Essek knows he can't hold the truth from him for long. At the very least, he might hear it from one of the Nein, even if incidentally.
But for now, at least, he could find some comfort in a neutral but still familiar presence.
He breaks away with a soft sigh, leans forehead to cheek. Joining him on the couch seems more and more appealing, but there simply isn't enough room to be comfortable.
Essek huffs softly, amused at his own thoughts. "We must get you a room of your own."
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and now he's going to do the same thing for someone who might not want it.
vax keeps his pace steady, remembering what it felt like to need a rock. he returns essek's kisses, but with less intensity, providing him a hold to grip, a lip to lift himself up by. half elven hands hold his cheek, building a bridge to suspend for his friend.
take what you need, he doesn't say. i'm here for you.
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But for now, at least, he could find some comfort in a neutral but still familiar presence.
He breaks away with a soft sigh, leans forehead to cheek. Joining him on the couch seems more and more appealing, but there simply isn't enough room to be comfortable.
Essek huffs softly, amused at his own thoughts. "We must get you a room of your own."