[The crush of that embrace wrings out breath like water from a sodden sponge, but he doesn't care, he'll let Cy hold him in any way, to any line of discomfort â and it feels good to be wrapped within the tight, powerful security of these strong arms. Sasuke slips his own up and around broad shoulders, ensuring that he can cradle the back of Cy's head with one palm so knuckles card through dark hair gently.]
Will you remind me how to say it in French? [He can feel Cy's heart, this close, thudding at a slow and steady rhythm. It is like it sits within his own chest.] I love you.
[Never would he have thought the words could come to him like this for someone else, put into the air and made tangible without the burden of fear, but Cy convinces him that anything is possible.]
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Date: 2024-03-24 11:04 pm (UTC)Will you remind me how to say it in French? [He can feel Cy's heart, this close, thudding at a slow and steady rhythm. It is like it sits within his own chest.] I love you.
[Never would he have thought the words could come to him like this for someone else, put into the air and made tangible without the burden of fear, but Cy convinces him that anything is possible.]