"I miss him, sometimes," Rook remembered the man who carried him on his shoulders and told him stories before it all was stained ruddy black with the Blight. "Hurt can be a comfort when all you're fed is poison."
Rook was bitter about a lot. He never measured well as a Warden and hardly rated as much else. Who was he to kill gods, much less save another?
And then Emmrich, I'd hold him, and the world is much less loud. The gentle weight of those arms around him and the painful patience in the hesitation it took to get them there.
"Touch me..." Rook murmured into Emmrich's shoulder, pulling him closer. He didn't want to think about the past or hell, even the next ten seconds, if he could get those hands on him.
The issue isn't fully sorted out. It could cause problems again. On top of that, it's clear that Rook is carrying so much baggage regarding his family. But Rook is saying what he wants clearly for a change and Emmrich thinks it should be rewarded.
Emmrich splays the long fingers of one hand across Rook's back, rubbing it. He knows it's almost definitely not just a request for physical contact thanks to the context, which is why he glides his other hand down to Rook's waistband. It's the work of a half-second to untuck Rook's shirt and slide his hand up it and along the bare skin there.
"Anything and everything you want, love." It's the gentlest whisper.
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Rook was bitter about a lot. He never measured well as a Warden and hardly rated as much else. Who was he to kill gods, much less save another?
And then Emmrich, I'd hold him, and the world is much less loud. The gentle weight of those arms around him and the painful patience in the hesitation it took to get them there.
"Touch me..." Rook murmured into Emmrich's shoulder, pulling him closer. He didn't want to think about the past or hell, even the next ten seconds, if he could get those hands on him.
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Emmrich splays the long fingers of one hand across Rook's back, rubbing it. He knows it's almost definitely not just a request for physical contact thanks to the context, which is why he glides his other hand down to Rook's waistband. It's the work of a half-second to untuck Rook's shirt and slide his hand up it and along the bare skin there.
"Anything and everything you want, love." It's the gentlest whisper.