PCs with Gerome

[swordhandled]

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[maskarang]

[ looking him over carefully as he comes over and takes his hand. gently. ] You don't need to be so hard on yourself.

[swordhandled]

[ holds his hand and just, rests his head on gerome's shoulder ] I have to.

[maskarang]

[ he presses a light kiss to owain's forehead ] Do you have other regrets?

[swordhandled]

Asides from leaving you?

I would love to see Mother, Father, and Lucina once more.

[maskarang]

[ his only response to owain's mention of leaving him is to wind an arm around his waist. ]

... There's a chance you'll see them again. No matter what happens tomorrow. [ it's unnatural, he doesn't like it, and he's wary of bringing it up. but the fact that they can probably get new bodies is something like hope, he guesses. ]

[swordhandled]

[ leans more onto him. he's silent; he knows that the new body is an option but he's rather attached to this one??? ]

[maskarang]

[ so is he. that... wasn't very comforting. owain is much better at this than he is, maybe he should just go to plan a?? plan b is going poorly. clears throat. ] Owain.

[swordhandled]

Yes, Gerome?

[maskarang]

[ can't do it. time for plan c. ]

... You need to rest. For tomorrow. Thinking in circles will do neither of us any good.

[swordhandled]

--Come to bed with me?

[maskarang]

Of course.

[swordhandled]

[ taking his hand and going to the bed ]

[maskarang]

[ one step closer to plan a—er, plan c. pulls back the covers. ]

[swordhandled]

[ hesitates and simply removes his shirt before getting into bed ]

[maskarang]

[ now it's his turn to hesitate. sitting down next to owain and watching him quietly. ]

[swordhandled]

[ he's lying there, watching gerome ] I want to be comfortable.

[maskarang]

I wasn't doubting your motives.

[swordhandled]

Of course.

[maskarang]

... If I was, it wasn't because of you. Owain— [ no, it's easier to show. not tell. he slowly starts unbuttoning his shirt. ] —my words often betray me. I'm sorry, I should have done it this way from the start.

[swordhandled]

[ his eyes are entrapped as he watches gerome unbutton his shirt, watching as each button is undone one by one ] Actions do, oftentimes, speak louder than words.

[maskarang]

You're right. There will be no more honeyed words today. [ dropping the shirt onto the ground and sliding into the bed. not gonna settle for lying beside owain, he climbs on top of him and gives him a light, testing kiss. ]

[swordhandled]

[ the time for talking is over. owain is quick to lean up as gerome climbs on top of him, pressing into the kiss ]

[maskarang]

[ this answers the question of "is owain ready" all right. he won't be pulling away anytime soon, this kiss can last forever as far as he's concerned. ]

[swordhandled]

[ good because now that talking is done, owain is putting all his emotions into this kiss. his anger, his fear, his love. at this moment, the only things that exist are him and gerome ]

[maskarang]

[ this is better than hearing it. he meant it when he said he wasn't one for words—however eloquent he may seem, there are many aspects of socializing that elude him. this, though. this he can do. raw passion for passion, emotion for emotion, touch for touch.

under the sheets, he seeks out owain's hand and grasps it tightly. ]