[It's harder than he expected to get his breathing to calm. He doesn't know if that's a result of being locked in here for so long, wet ocean air seeping into his lungs, or something else. He shifts, looks at Fenris in the darkness like he'd forgotten he was even there, wide-eyed and a little wrecked. He doesn't move, at first.
But after a few long moments, he does. He slips close, then closer, letting himself settle back into the familiar huddle they'd established before— this. Tonight. Contact, closeness, warmth. He craves it more now than he did before, and he doesn't know what to do with that feeling.
If his hands hesitate before they land, it's because their old resting places suddenly feel muddled and fuzzy, far away. He can blame that for the way one of them slips into the small of Fenris's back, maybe.]
Fenris. [His name feels bizarre and foreign on his tongue, too loud in the quiet of their cell. He wants to say something. He feels the urge to apologize.] I....
[He can't find the words for it. He's not sure he knows what they are.]
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Date: 2015-02-10 01:31 am (UTC)But after a few long moments, he does. He slips close, then closer, letting himself settle back into the familiar huddle they'd established before— this. Tonight. Contact, closeness, warmth. He craves it more now than he did before, and he doesn't know what to do with that feeling.
If his hands hesitate before they land, it's because their old resting places suddenly feel muddled and fuzzy, far away. He can blame that for the way one of them slips into the small of Fenris's back, maybe.]
Fenris. [His name feels bizarre and foreign on his tongue, too loud in the quiet of their cell. He wants to say something. He feels the urge to apologize.] I....
[He can't find the words for it. He's not sure he knows what they are.]