[ Albedo chuckles, rough and soft against Jr.'s warm lapel; something in him chafes a little at the sound of it, like his skin's gotten too big for him. He remembers a time when things were better, when none of them were afraid of losing anyone, when the myriad little infantile fears borne of his own fitful mind could be soothed away with Rubedo's long-suffering sigh and a shift of his body to make room in the bed. ]
It's because you're too big.
[ He lets Rubedo speak, replying seamlessly in the best way he can. He doesn't want to let go. Rubedo has to feel as much; the sentiment's rolling off him in waves, along with the simple, embarrassingly palpable radiance of his relief. His affection. It's with a little frisson of sheepish abandon that the set of his shoulders slackens further (as if saying, don't say a word, Rubedo, don't you dare) and he stubbornly refuses to disengage, clutching the fabric at the small of his back. (Once a petulant child, always a petulant child.) ]
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Date: 2014-10-27 07:28 am (UTC)It's because you're too big.
[ He lets Rubedo speak, replying seamlessly in the best way he can. He doesn't want to let go. Rubedo has to feel as much; the sentiment's rolling off him in waves, along with the simple, embarrassingly palpable radiance of his relief. His affection. It's with a little frisson of sheepish abandon that the set of his shoulders slackens further (as if saying, don't say a word, Rubedo, don't you dare) and he stubbornly refuses to disengage, clutching the fabric at the small of his back. (Once a petulant child, always a petulant child.) ]