Cherish the stars and the light they bring you in the dark. For you are a traveler, are you not?
He has only come this far due to the bonds he's made with others. It's why he throws himself headlong into danger. He doesn't know if he really cares about Eorzea the way everyone seems to think he does, but he cares about the people in it, the lives of everyone touched by the Calamity. Before he had the Scions he had the warmth of a hundred taverns, the stories of hundreds of people, living their lives. Before that, Ishgard, his sister, his family. Phillip. (Before that.)
Those bonds pull at him and he responds, he always has. His life leads him away and back and into danger and home. He needs them, all of them, needs an anchor and a guide in the night, something to navigate by. And he knows that. But what is new, what he doesn't normally let himself consider, is how much he wants it-- wants to be tangled up, wants someone to claim him as much as he wants someone to claim.
And, in a way, isn't how this whole Fray business started and ended? Love? Is it any wonder that maybe he needed this to be able to bring that out of someone else?
Not that he's really thinking about any of that, at the moment. Somewhere, maybe, in the back of his mind, sitting alongside the normal color of his eyes. In the present, he deepens the kiss, nearly bending Phillip backwards with it, still possessive but slow, without any need to go anywhere or become anything. When he pulls back, finally, he's smirking slightly,
"Mm. Clearly I should have slaughtered an army in front of you before now, if this is going to be your reaction," it's teasing, but warmly so, and he pulls Phillip closer again, as though he's not already clinging close, wraps his arms around him and draws him in.
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Date: 2021-05-26 03:19 pm (UTC)Cherish the stars and the light they bring you in the dark. For you are a traveler, are you not?
He has only come this far due to the bonds he's made with others. It's why he throws himself headlong into danger. He doesn't know if he really cares about Eorzea the way everyone seems to think he does, but he cares about the people in it, the lives of everyone touched by the Calamity. Before he had the Scions he had the warmth of a hundred taverns, the stories of hundreds of people, living their lives. Before that, Ishgard, his sister, his family. Phillip. (Before that.)
Those bonds pull at him and he responds, he always has. His life leads him away and back and into danger and home. He needs them, all of them, needs an anchor and a guide in the night, something to navigate by. And he knows that. But what is new, what he doesn't normally let himself consider, is how much he wants it-- wants to be tangled up, wants someone to claim him as much as he wants someone to claim.
And, in a way, isn't how this whole Fray business started and ended? Love? Is it any wonder that maybe he needed this to be able to bring that out of someone else?
Not that he's really thinking about any of that, at the moment. Somewhere, maybe, in the back of his mind, sitting alongside the normal color of his eyes. In the present, he deepens the kiss, nearly bending Phillip backwards with it, still possessive but slow, without any need to go anywhere or become anything. When he pulls back, finally, he's smirking slightly,
"Mm. Clearly I should have slaughtered an army in front of you before now, if this is going to be your reaction," it's teasing, but warmly so, and he pulls Phillip closer again, as though he's not already clinging close, wraps his arms around him and draws him in.