[ It's easy to let himself steal the gentle affection, to take whatever quiet moment of joy they can share with each other. It seems somehow cruel, to want to ask for more of this from Edward, to be able to take his vulnerable moments and cherish them, celebrate them, but he'd never put him in that position. Whatever Ed gives him is a gift, and he'll keep them close to his heart.
He feels, inside him, a strange sense of yearning, of wanting to say something to fill the comfortable silence that has developed between them, to make note of the gentleness with which his skin has been touched, the way he could lean down and wrap his arms around Ed - but he doesn't. No need to spoil things with something as silly as words.
In this moment he doesn't think words would do him much good. He doesn't know what the right ones would even be. ]
Yeah? [ His voice is hushed, his fingers careful, thumb brushing against the skin below before it pulls back. Stede gathers up the cloth and goes back to the hair, prepared to finish washing it up and begin to get the oil in it.
Then he can do the braiding, and if that isn't a wonderful excuse to do more touching... ]
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He feels, inside him, a strange sense of yearning, of wanting to say something to fill the comfortable silence that has developed between them, to make note of the gentleness with which his skin has been touched, the way he could lean down and wrap his arms around Ed - but he doesn't. No need to spoil things with something as silly as words.
In this moment he doesn't think words would do him much good. He doesn't know what the right ones would even be. ]
Yeah? [ His voice is hushed, his fingers careful, thumb brushing against the skin below before it pulls back. Stede gathers up the cloth and goes back to the hair, prepared to finish washing it up and begin to get the oil in it.
Then he can do the braiding, and if that isn't a wonderful excuse to do more touching... ]
Would you like to pick one of the oils?