[ A simple gesture it may be, and yet it is more than enough to satisfy Will. Strohl pulls him in closer, a gentle hand at the back of his head guiding and encouraging him to indulge deeper. He can't help but lean in a bit as Strohl pulls back, reluctant to part but acquiescing all the same. The brief pause is worth every second though; the three words and their follow-up breathed from Strohl's lips leave Will's heart shuddering within his chest.
And before he can urge Strohl to show him how seriously he intends to keep that promise, his companion is already pulling him in close again. Here, there is no Euchronian King, only the lone elda who has become Strohl's willing recipient of all his affections. In turn, Strohl is rewarded with a pleased sigh as Will's arms wrap around him, fingers grasping at his coat against his back.
They'll return to Grand Trad later with one extra secret held within their hearts. But out here where Halia once stood, it's easier for Will to feel as though they were on their journey from the past, where they were merely a traveling boy and a fallen noble. Details and particulars can come later, even if it does not change the fact that moments like this may be fewer and far between.
That truth only serves to fuel the newly-lit flame of ardor within Will. Before, it existed as warm embers, content to live on into perpetuity in that muted form if necessary. Now they flicker into a full flame thanks to Strohl's fanning of those embers, his newly-forged oath feeding it with a steady supply of tinder and kindling. Hope and adoration are thrown upon the fire, allowing it to rise and consume fear, singeing it into mere ash.
Then again, perhaps it's where they differ: Will has never feared holding others within his heart. ]
It's a little unfair of you though, Strohl.
[ Will manages to get those words out in between them melding against one another. ]
Now that I know your intentions, I'm forced to wait for the next time we can do this.
[ In spite of those words, his lips curve against Strohl's in the shape of a smile. ]
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Date: 2024-12-31 05:56 am (UTC)And before he can urge Strohl to show him how seriously he intends to keep that promise, his companion is already pulling him in close again. Here, there is no Euchronian King, only the lone elda who has become Strohl's willing recipient of all his affections. In turn, Strohl is rewarded with a pleased sigh as Will's arms wrap around him, fingers grasping at his coat against his back.
They'll return to Grand Trad later with one extra secret held within their hearts. But out here where Halia once stood, it's easier for Will to feel as though they were on their journey from the past, where they were merely a traveling boy and a fallen noble. Details and particulars can come later, even if it does not change the fact that moments like this may be fewer and far between.
That truth only serves to fuel the newly-lit flame of ardor within Will. Before, it existed as warm embers, content to live on into perpetuity in that muted form if necessary. Now they flicker into a full flame thanks to Strohl's fanning of those embers, his newly-forged oath feeding it with a steady supply of tinder and kindling. Hope and adoration are thrown upon the fire, allowing it to rise and consume fear, singeing it into mere ash.
Then again, perhaps it's where they differ: Will has never feared holding others within his heart. ]
It's a little unfair of you though, Strohl.
[ Will manages to get those words out in between them melding against one another. ]
Now that I know your intentions, I'm forced to wait for the next time we can do this.
[ In spite of those words, his lips curve against Strohl's in the shape of a smile. ]