[ ... Awful as they were about keeping themselves out of harm's way, they thankfully both held onto their desire to keep each other in check, which did balance things out a little.
The blond taps the bridge of his nose absentmindedly as he considers the rather generous offer. ]
That's only if you're willing to be.
[ It's his turn to breathe out a sigh of relief upon finding his presents well-received, and he lets out a bashful chuckle before he knows it, tipping his head downward for a few seconds before reciprocating the stare, the amusement replaced by solemnity, but certain tenderness as well. ]
You're welcome, Tear.
[ He, too, has the exact same idea he means to follow, and his hands wander to the back of his neck, the movement of his fingers revealing a simple chain underneath that comes loose with a small clinking sound. Already hanging from it is a small metal plate that he promptly hides within his palm as he sets the chain down to attach the newly-received feather onto it.
Moments later it's back on his neck, fastened and obscured anew by the collar of his shirt. He's not entirely sure why he's being so sneaky about it, perhaps this wouldn't be the right moment to discuss; what's important is that the gift is kept safe. He smiles to himself. ]
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The blond taps the bridge of his nose absentmindedly as he considers the rather generous offer. ]
That's only if you're willing to be.
[ It's his turn to breathe out a sigh of relief upon finding his presents well-received, and he lets out a bashful chuckle before he knows it, tipping his head downward for a few seconds before reciprocating the stare, the amusement replaced by solemnity, but certain tenderness as well. ]
You're welcome, Tear.
[ He, too, has the exact same idea he means to follow, and his hands wander to the back of his neck, the movement of his fingers revealing a simple chain underneath that comes loose with a small clinking sound. Already hanging from it is a small metal plate that he promptly hides within his palm as he sets the chain down to attach the newly-received feather onto it.
Moments later it's back on his neck, fastened and obscured anew by the collar of his shirt. He's not entirely sure why he's being so sneaky about it, perhaps this wouldn't be the right moment to discuss; what's important is that the gift is kept safe. He smiles to himself. ]
Is there... anything you'd like to do?