[There is something so beautifully bright in Themis' smile. When he had first witnessed it, Obsidian could feel his warmth then, and he feels now as well, yet so much more vibrantly.
But that last part does genuinely surprise him. Themis experienced that, with Obsidian as his Warrior of Light? There's a mixed emotion with that. Mostly in the joy of being known, but also...
Also.
Obsidian places his hand over Themis', pressing his cheek into the palm there.]
Even so, I would loathe for my face to haunt you.
[Though they have already more or less discussed this, he worries regardless. That with those memories now, they were friends and enemies both once.
He is a hero to many, just as much as he is a monster to be feared to others. Warrior of Light, Weapon of Light.]
In my nightmares you shine brighter than the sun, such paltry light a pale imitation of your brilliance. In them, it is not with you whom I clash. Should we fight, it is side by side.
You haunt me, but not in the way you fear. My waking dreams turn to you, turn to how I feel for you. But they are sweet, not bitter, never bitter.
[He steps closer, invading Obsidian's space.]
I consider these memories a blessing, as now I have seen how magnificent you truly are with my own eyes. I care for you by choice, not by these memories, but I will not give you the falsehood that I am unaffected. My affections, my admiration of you, has grown.
My fallen star.
[He leans in to rest his head in the crook of Obsidian's neck, cradling the scarf even more closely.]
Suddenly, he embraces Themis fiercely, letting out a slow breath as if to release his fears. It's all he needs to hear to know he can lay those concerns to rest.]
...See, when you speak like that, tis why I have to make you things. You sound poetic.
[More warmly, he adds:] Then I am ever gladdened, to truly be yours. To be known. I shall not question again how I might linger in your mind.
[The embrace is returned just as fiercely, only the briefest moments of hesitation to ensure that his precious gift remains unharmed.]
Eloquence comes naturally to me, and I shall serenade you with my words at every opportunity. Such poetry do you deserve.
It gladdens me more than you know that your doubts are laid to rest.
[He pulls back, beaming up at Obsidian.]
Would you like to hear of them? Those you have stitched so lovingly - there are lifetimes of tales I could spin for you, since you enjoy my words so keenly.
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But that last part does genuinely surprise him. Themis experienced that, with Obsidian as his Warrior of Light? There's a mixed emotion with that. Mostly in the joy of being known, but also...
Also.
Obsidian places his hand over Themis', pressing his cheek into the palm there.]
Even so, I would loathe for my face to haunt you.
[Though they have already more or less discussed this, he worries regardless. That with those memories now, they were friends and enemies both once.
He is a hero to many, just as much as he is a monster to be feared to others. Warrior of Light, Weapon of Light.]
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A confession.]
In my nightmares you shine brighter than the sun, such paltry light a pale imitation of your brilliance. In them, it is not with you whom I clash. Should we fight, it is side by side.
You haunt me, but not in the way you fear. My waking dreams turn to you, turn to how I feel for you. But they are sweet, not bitter, never bitter.
[He steps closer, invading Obsidian's space.]
I consider these memories a blessing, as now I have seen how magnificent you truly are with my own eyes. I care for you by choice, not by these memories, but I will not give you the falsehood that I am unaffected. My affections, my admiration of you, has grown.
My fallen star.
[He leans in to rest his head in the crook of Obsidian's neck, cradling the scarf even more closely.]
My fallen star.
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Suddenly, he embraces Themis fiercely, letting out a slow breath as if to release his fears. It's all he needs to hear to know he can lay those concerns to rest.]
...See, when you speak like that, tis why I have to make you things. You sound poetic.
[More warmly, he adds:] Then I am ever gladdened, to truly be yours. To be known. I shall not question again how I might linger in your mind.
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Eloquence comes naturally to me, and I shall serenade you with my words at every opportunity. Such poetry do you deserve.
It gladdens me more than you know that your doubts are laid to rest.
[He pulls back, beaming up at Obsidian.]
Would you like to hear of them? Those you have stitched so lovingly - there are lifetimes of tales I could spin for you, since you enjoy my words so keenly.