<font color="#e6c519]<span> </span> Likèreal was happy. Happier than he could remember being in quite some time, and for such a normal reason too. It had been such a normal day thus far just pottering around the house – even if it was a stranger’s house, painting and just enjoying Lotus’ company. In addition to that he was now having dinner with him, and the other had even admitted to missing him from time to time.
<span> </span> Ah…but there it was, he thought with a barely audible sigh. As quickly as it had come the slight smile faded and was replaced by furrowed eyebrows, and an obviously displeased look. He’d rubbed Lotus the wrong way somehow once again. His lover was so prickly, but more than that he felt sometimes he had an uncanny ability to choose the wrong words at times like these. Only with Lotus.
<span> </span> He kept his hand where it rested against Lotus’ on the small sake cup, not retreating even as his wrist was captured in a sudden shift. Golden eyes shifting to stare at their hands even as digits dug into his wrist. Heated words rained down on him from his lover. He felt the tremor in the fingers that gripped his wrist and his gaze moved to meet Lotus’.
<span> </span> Pinned by those eyes and the tumult of emotions within them. Their pasts were almost a taboo subject. Something that was always there but almost never breached in conversation, because there was never really a ‘good’ time to discuss such painful events.
<span> </span> “Perhaps I was unkind in my choice of words.” Likèreal said gently as he reached out with his other hand to rest against Lotus’ even as it gripped his other wrist. Thumb moving in soothing circles as he admitted quietly, “Since I would never say that your own suffering was alright, just because it means that I am able to be with you now. Even though I am very grateful that I am with you right now.”
<span> </span> There was still bitterness, anger and hurt that he retained from that time. False accusations and painful memories. His repugnance for white and for Angels. But it had dulled with the years, more so in the last few years. With Lotus. For all his prickliness he was still like a balm.
<span> </span> “Nothing is guaranteed in life.” He acknowledged even as he continued gazing quietly at Lotus wondering whether this would soothe or further irritate him. “It is true that my exile is one of a few truly terrible times in my life. But having you in my life now is so fulfilling, and it makes me happy.”
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<span> </span> Ah…but there it was, he thought with a barely audible sigh. As quickly as it had come the slight smile faded and was replaced by furrowed eyebrows, and an obviously displeased look. He’d rubbed Lotus the wrong way somehow once again. His lover was so prickly, but more than that he felt sometimes he had an uncanny ability to choose the wrong words at times like these. Only with Lotus.
<span> </span> He kept his hand where it rested against Lotus’ on the small sake cup, not retreating even as his wrist was captured in a sudden shift. Golden eyes shifting to stare at their hands even as digits dug into his wrist. Heated words rained down on him from his lover. He felt the tremor in the fingers that gripped his wrist and his gaze moved to meet Lotus’.
<span> </span> Pinned by those eyes and the tumult of emotions within them. Their pasts were almost a taboo subject. Something that was always there but almost never breached in conversation, because there was never really a ‘good’ time to discuss such painful events.
<span> </span> “Perhaps I was unkind in my choice of words.” Likèreal said gently as he reached out with his other hand to rest against Lotus’ even as it gripped his other wrist. Thumb moving in soothing circles as he admitted quietly, “Since I would never say that your own suffering was alright, just because it means that I am able to be with you now. Even though I am very grateful that I am with you right now.”
<span> </span> There was still bitterness, anger and hurt that he retained from that time. False accusations and painful memories. His repugnance for white and for Angels. But it had dulled with the years, more so in the last few years. With Lotus. For all his prickliness he was still like a balm.
<span> </span> “Nothing is guaranteed in life.” He acknowledged even as he continued gazing quietly at Lotus wondering whether this would soothe or further irritate him. “It is true that my exile is one of a few truly terrible times in my life. But having you in my life now is so fulfilling, and it makes me happy.”
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