[ nero's gaze is stronger than his own. maybe it's because he's spent too long down here, because he's so tired--but after a moment he has to look away from nero's gaze--the promise behind it is strong, the emotions behind it stronger.
and there's still that part of his heart that wonders if he even deserves it.
the things he's remembered while trapped in that hot, uncomfortable iron box. they easily like to point out that maybe he doesn't deserve such kindness from Nero.
The boy he'd left on his own for years. And then ....
His fingers linger down on one of Nero's arms, and then they come back up. Acting as if he wasn't checking for ... something. ]
I have been alone just fine most of my life, you know.
[ he has to at least act a LITTLE contrary, nero. ]
But I suppose the idea of having that being part of the past is... fine, as well.
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and there's still that part of his heart that wonders if he even deserves it.
the things he's remembered while trapped in that hot, uncomfortable iron box. they easily like to point out that maybe he doesn't deserve such kindness from Nero.
The boy he'd left on his own for years.
And then ....
His fingers linger down on one of Nero's arms, and then they come back up. Acting as if he wasn't checking for ... something. ]
I have been alone just fine most of my life, you know.
[ he has to at least act a LITTLE contrary, nero. ]
But I suppose the idea of having that being part of the past is... fine, as well.
[ no, it's what he'd always wanted, wasn't it. ]