for reasons that will probably become clear later, this tugs at temenos' heartstrings. for someone who is always so composed, the fluctuation of emotions of this week make his feelings clear despite his normal, quietly placid expression. there's this soft twist of nostalgia, a sense of fondness, an empathy - that feeling luke had of being touched and mortified all at once, how familiar that is. how much it means when someone steps in like that, when someone burrows their way into your life in your most vulnerable moments, when someone shows you warmth and kindness, and -
it's just...
temenos huffs, when it finishes, the noise soft, a little wry. he wants to let it settle, wants to respect the moment and the emotions that come from it, as ever thoughtful before he speaks, and after a long moment, he says, quietly: ] ...What a kind young lady.
[ that, first. achingly familiar. ] Are the two of you still close...?
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for reasons that will probably become clear later, this tugs at temenos' heartstrings. for someone who is always so composed, the fluctuation of emotions of this week make his feelings clear despite his normal, quietly placid expression. there's this soft twist of nostalgia, a sense of fondness, an empathy - that feeling luke had of being touched and mortified all at once, how familiar that is. how much it means when someone steps in like that, when someone burrows their way into your life in your most vulnerable moments, when someone shows you warmth and kindness, and -
it's just...
temenos huffs, when it finishes, the noise soft, a little wry. he wants to let it settle, wants to respect the moment and the emotions that come from it, as ever thoughtful before he speaks, and after a long moment, he says, quietly: ] ...What a kind young lady.
[ that, first. achingly familiar. ] Are the two of you still close...?