"Acts of... Yes, I suppose that would fit my usual style." Dimitri is a man of words, yes, but he is also a man of action. Where words failed him, what he did always seemed to matter. Similarly, words when he was at his lowest meant to hurt were not taken to heart.
"Trust that whatsoever I do will be of my own volition. I promise you that much," he offers, meeting that kiss himself before grinning again.
The future seems far brighter now. It's a thing Elidibus has felt, throughout the ages, when something appears to shift. A change in the air, or perhaps just a feeling. He certainly has a number of feelings happening beneath the surface.
All of them good.
Smiling up at Dimitri, he nods, "Trust in you I shall. Though know that you will receive much and more of the same from me." Delicately, he traces Dimitri's hairline, following the blonde strands back to tuck them over the shell of the other man's ear. He thinks that he will grow to adore playing with it.
Sometimes, following those feelings can lead to incredible things. Although more emotionally driven than he might like to admit, well- It hasn't led him astray here in Amani yet.
"I look forward to it," he answers, tilting his head just so to lean lightly into that touch. His hair has become somewhat of a fun thing to play with both for him and others. As its gotten longer, that's only remained more true than ever. He thinks he'd like to play with Elidibus' silvery locks too when given the opportunity. Of which, he knows there will be plenty now.
Happy to continue toying with the golden strands, Elidibus smiles when Dimitri leans into his ministrations. That's as good of a request as any. So he lifts his other hand to join the first and threads it into the taller man's hair. If his arms grow tired of being lifted so, he does not show it.
Instead he continues to comb through in repetitive motions. From time to time his nails gently scrape, a change in pressure teasing the barest of scalp massages. Clearly he's indulging himself - but Elidibus is not going to draw attention to that himself. Dimitri is clever enough to see that for himself.
Especially when he sections out a small portion and begins to weave the tiniest of braids with clever fingers.
As wordy as the Ancient can be, he appears to be perfectly content with the silence, communicating through touch alone.
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"Trust that whatsoever I do will be of my own volition. I promise you that much," he offers, meeting that kiss himself before grinning again.
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All of them good.
Smiling up at Dimitri, he nods, "Trust in you I shall. Though know that you will receive much and more of the same from me." Delicately, he traces Dimitri's hairline, following the blonde strands back to tuck them over the shell of the other man's ear. He thinks that he will grow to adore playing with it.
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"I look forward to it," he answers, tilting his head just so to lean lightly into that touch. His hair has become somewhat of a fun thing to play with both for him and others. As its gotten longer, that's only remained more true than ever. He thinks he'd like to play with Elidibus' silvery locks too when given the opportunity. Of which, he knows there will be plenty now.
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Instead he continues to comb through in repetitive motions. From time to time his nails gently scrape, a change in pressure teasing the barest of scalp massages. Clearly he's indulging himself - but Elidibus is not going to draw attention to that himself. Dimitri is clever enough to see that for himself.
Especially when he sections out a small portion and begins to weave the tiniest of braids with clever fingers.
As wordy as the Ancient can be, he appears to be perfectly content with the silence, communicating through touch alone.