[ the urge to fidget is overwhelming. loki presses a finger to his palm, nail digging in. under this layer is another layer. layer upon layers. a plaster over the bad. ]
[ the cold doesn't bother him. it never has. but it's the touch that makes him quiver, surprise alight in his eyes. and then he melts into it with a muted sound. ]
[The slight tremble is not unfamiliar. It tugs at something in the center of William's chest--a half-memory, half-sensation that he can't quite pin to any particular moment in time.
Happily, there's nothing in the world currently stopping him from pulling his arm around Loki's waist and pressing his face against the god's shoulder. It likely isn't as completely encompassing as it might once have been, but hopefully the low wash of warmth from the lingering empathy bond helps fill in the gaps.]
[ loki shivers from the weight of it, so light, so fragile but it leaves him undone. when was the last time? months ago, back on the beach. back when he had thor. after that, he felt like a ghost, lingering in unoccupied spaces.
his hands rest on lawford's shoulders, digging in slightly. this is real. ]
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dothelokimotion) wrote2020-04-18 07:42 am
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How does one do that?
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[Depending, at any rate, on the population.]
More of it is the right touch of vulnerability.
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I'm not sure I could ever risk that.
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[The risks changed and varied across time and space and need, of course, but the underlying need to truly be oneself? That never went away.]
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No one has risked their happiness for me.
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[There's no use saying it's not true. It's also likely not useful to point at the delicate vulnerability that might be inherent in this conversation.
The glass has to be discarded to catch at Loki's chin. His fingers are likely cold while he presses a light kiss against the corner of the god's lips.
Not much of a risk here, perhaps.]
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Happily, there's nothing in the world currently stopping him from pulling his arm around Loki's waist and pressing his face against the god's shoulder. It likely isn't as completely encompassing as it might once have been, but hopefully the low wash of warmth from the lingering empathy bond helps fill in the gaps.]
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his hands rest on lawford's shoulders, digging in slightly. this is real. ]
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There, you see? [The words are comfortably muffled. His breath is likely warm, even though fabric.] Not so bad.
[(This is never the bad part, of course. The part that hurts is when this all gets ripped away again.)]
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No. No, I suppose not.
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[A shift lets him nudge his nose against Loki's cheek before leanings back a hair, arm still loosely slung in place.]
Come on, now. We're meant to be cheering you up.
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With kisses?
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Well, it can't hurt to try.
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I find it acceptable, at least.