Sunday feels a gentle kiss against his neck, the warmth of Fou-Lu's breath ghosting over his skin. They were here, together. His eyes flutter shut, just enjoying the intimacy of the moment, how close they were to one another. As difficult as it was to adjust to this new life... Little else felt more right than this.
Fou-Lu's words... make his heart ache. For the other man to think himself broken, a half-creature. Something so base and awful... Sunday looks down at the other man, a pained expression on his face, concerned. He cups Fou-Lu's cheek.
"You are not any lesser just by nature of your summoning. I know that you don't feel whole, or complete. I know that you wish to find your other half. I can only imagine how it pains you. But you are not any less worth of kindness, or respect. Or love. You are not less of a person because of this. You have a kind soul. You have known so much suffering. I have never thought you broken."
The endless' words are full of care, and conviction. Trembling as he speaks the word love. There is power in it, Sunday knows. He can feel it in his chest, aching and burrowing in, an animal seeking heat and safety.
"We can support one another. Guide each other." The halovian thinks, perhaps this was what love was, a place to lay one's head in at night, glances and traded kisses, a person to confide in, to seek shelter in. A person one wishes to create a better world for. "Neither of us have to face everything alone."
"I want to support you, as well. I want to remain with you. I... I don't know what that may look like. I have little experience in this reality, let alone within the boundaries of my own world. But I will be here with you. I want to help you, allow you to live free of this curse, to accompany you, even after you find your other half. If you so wish it. I will accept you in any state, in any form. The only doubt in this I have ever felt is if I am worthy of your grace."
Sunday's hand moves toward Fou-Lu's, and laces their fingers together, gently squeezing the other man's hand. Their heads still lean together, for now, and Sunday opts to press yet another kiss to the top of Fou-Lu's head, before speaking.
"If you would have me like this... If you would love one who carries his failures in his heart, a man who has spent a lifetime trawling through dreams, longing for a better world while failing to create one... Then I am here. I am with you. And we can walk together."
Fou-Lu pulls away, face flushed. looking at him, as he asks if he would... accept a kiss? The halovian's heart stutters, fluttering in his chest. His ear wings flap, and his own face heats up. It wasn't a question he'd expected, even with their shared little kisses, the clinging and crying and exchanging of the word love. And yet.... He welcomes it all the same, smiling softly, warmly at the other man. His voice quiet, just for Fou-Lu, as if the whole world could hear them within the walls of this room. Leaning close, closer. His lips brushing against Fou-Lu's cheek.
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Fou-Lu's words... make his heart ache. For the other man to think himself broken, a half-creature. Something so base and awful... Sunday looks down at the other man, a pained expression on his face, concerned. He cups Fou-Lu's cheek.
"You are not any lesser just by nature of your summoning. I know that you don't feel whole, or complete. I know that you wish to find your other half. I can only imagine how it pains you. But you are not any less worth of kindness, or respect. Or love. You are not less of a person because of this. You have a kind soul. You have known so much suffering. I have never thought you broken."
The endless' words are full of care, and conviction. Trembling as he speaks the word love. There is power in it, Sunday knows. He can feel it in his chest, aching and burrowing in, an animal seeking heat and safety.
"We can support one another. Guide each other." The halovian thinks, perhaps this was what love was, a place to lay one's head in at night, glances and traded kisses, a person to confide in, to seek shelter in. A person one wishes to create a better world for. "Neither of us have to face everything alone."
"I want to support you, as well. I want to remain with you. I... I don't know what that may look like. I have little experience in this reality, let alone within the boundaries of my own world. But I will be here with you. I want to help you, allow you to live free of this curse, to accompany you, even after you find your other half. If you so wish it. I will accept you in any state, in any form. The only doubt in this I have ever felt is if I am worthy of your grace."
Sunday's hand moves toward Fou-Lu's, and laces their fingers together, gently squeezing the other man's hand. Their heads still lean together, for now, and Sunday opts to press yet another kiss to the top of Fou-Lu's head, before speaking.
"If you would have me like this... If you would love one who carries his failures in his heart, a man who has spent a lifetime trawling through dreams, longing for a better world while failing to create one... Then I am here. I am with you. And we can walk together."
Fou-Lu pulls away, face flushed. looking at him, as he asks if he would... accept a kiss? The halovian's heart stutters, fluttering in his chest. His ear wings flap, and his own face heats up. It wasn't a question he'd expected, even with their shared little kisses, the clinging and crying and exchanging of the word love. And yet.... He welcomes it all the same, smiling softly, warmly at the other man. His voice quiet, just for Fou-Lu, as if the whole world could hear them within the walls of this room. Leaning close, closer. His lips brushing against Fou-Lu's cheek.
"I... I would."
From Fou-Lu? Always, he thinks.