[Mulish, but in no way actually irritated. He's smiling, actually, as they make their way out of the Coven, a soft and pleased expression that doesn't beam but is still a fair way past the standard Mona Lisa smile.]
[The feel of Fugo's soul brushing against his is so . . . interesting. He runs his thumb along the side of Fugo's hand, letting his eyes drift shut for a second and trusting Fugo to lead him as he tries to spread out in the space just a little bit. Everything is stark, dry and brittle. Like a desert, he thinks, and hums at the comparison before opening his eyes. Yes, that makes good sense — because there are so many things that have adapted to live in the desert, aren't there, and the storms, when they come, are devastating.]
[Hidden depths. Deserts are all told, little shown.]
. . . I just don't want to be distracted, [he murmurs, sighing softly.] From this. For a little while. I want to take my time with it.
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[Mulish, but in no way actually irritated. He's smiling, actually, as they make their way out of the Coven, a soft and pleased expression that doesn't beam but is still a fair way past the standard Mona Lisa smile.]
[The feel of Fugo's soul brushing against his is so . . . interesting. He runs his thumb along the side of Fugo's hand, letting his eyes drift shut for a second and trusting Fugo to lead him as he tries to spread out in the space just a little bit. Everything is stark, dry and brittle. Like a desert, he thinks, and hums at the comparison before opening his eyes. Yes, that makes good sense — because there are so many things that have adapted to live in the desert, aren't there, and the storms, when they come, are devastating.]
[Hidden depths. Deserts are all told, little shown.]
. . . I just don't want to be distracted, [he murmurs, sighing softly.] From this. For a little while. I want to take my time with it.