[Certainly not as long as they were together. He, too, remember the last time they were able to share moments like this, the memory itself constricting tightly around his heart as he closes his eyes to will it away, to remain in the past where it belongs. It was a raw memory, one that had stayed with him ever since, bittersweet and heartwrenching. It had been a night of desperately trying to comfort one another, as well as saying goodbye— a farewell they had been so certain would be final.
He doesn't want to think about that any longer.
Instead, he bows his head to press a kiss to the nape of Hythlodaeus' neck before he begins to work his fingers through his hair, tips gentle against his scalp in sharp contrast to how rough they had been with one another only a few short minutes before, gathering all that long, lavender hair in hand to carefully pull it to one side before reaching for one of the small bottles perched on the small shelf beneath the showerhead.]
You needn't pretend you don't enjoy this.
[Your smile gives you away, Hythlodaeus, though it was never a particularly well-kept secret.]
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Have I ever done otherwise?
[Certainly not as long as they were together. He, too, remember the last time they were able to share moments like this, the memory itself constricting tightly around his heart as he closes his eyes to will it away, to remain in the past where it belongs. It was a raw memory, one that had stayed with him ever since, bittersweet and heartwrenching. It had been a night of desperately trying to comfort one another, as well as saying goodbye— a farewell they had been so certain would be final.
He doesn't want to think about that any longer.
Instead, he bows his head to press a kiss to the nape of Hythlodaeus' neck before he begins to work his fingers through his hair, tips gentle against his scalp in sharp contrast to how rough they had been with one another only a few short minutes before, gathering all that long, lavender hair in hand to carefully pull it to one side before reaching for one of the small bottles perched on the small shelf beneath the showerhead.]
You needn't pretend you don't enjoy this.
[Your smile gives you away, Hythlodaeus, though it was never a particularly well-kept secret.]