[yeah...yeah... Zel's down bad. he can't pretend he's not. maybe he could be inclined to believe it's just infatuation, but even then it's a stretch. as much as attraction plays into it (and it is playing right now, goddamn), Zel keeps thinking beyond that. what he can do to make his life easier. how he can be better for him. how to make him happy.
damn.
Zel picks at flecks of stone on his face, as if he could just...peel them off. find the soft flesh underneath. be normal. better. for him.
he listens to Emery winding down, every rustle and exhalation strident to his ears, aching to touch and taste him. feel warm, not just through his mouth or the tickle of his ears. losing himself in those yearning thoughts, he doesn't sleep too soundly (sitting up against the wagon wheel didn't help either), but he does drift off eventually, blinking blearily awake when he hears some of the goblins walking about to prep for breakfast.
Zel grunts, sitting up and grimacing against the stiffness of his back and neck, turning and listening for Emery.]
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damn.
Zel picks at flecks of stone on his face, as if he could just...peel them off. find the soft flesh underneath. be normal. better. for him.
he listens to Emery winding down, every rustle and exhalation strident to his ears, aching to touch and taste him. feel warm, not just through his mouth or the tickle of his ears. losing himself in those yearning thoughts, he doesn't sleep too soundly (sitting up against the wagon wheel didn't help either), but he does drift off eventually, blinking blearily awake when he hears some of the goblins walking about to prep for breakfast.
Zel grunts, sitting up and grimacing against the stiffness of his back and neck, turning and listening for Emery.]