[ Those small touches bleed away his pride, and he’s come to realize that everything Larus offers him is all of what he believes he has -- he’s yet to discover how much more shimmers beneath his murky depths, things that Casimir already knows are there, things that would put far too much at stake when he suspects he’s already at the limit of what quiet softness he’ll allow himself. He longs to shine the light upon the things Larus has long since hidden away because they’re not important or not part of whatever plan he’s dedicated himself to at the moment, or perhaps because they’d only benefit himself and he doesn’t see the worth in that. How little Larus invests in himself and how freely he invests in the few people he holds dear pulls at his heart, and Casimir sighs, letting his eyes drift shut when Larus tilts his face just so. ]
Death is the unwelcome friend I’ve had since I was a child. But just because we’re acquainted doesn’t mean I would call for a visit. I wouldn’t be stronger if you died, Larus. Pain makes you stronger. Death just takes a little part of you each time until you’re closer to the darkness than the light. [ And because Larus still won’t allow himself to come closer, Casimir does it for him, stepping into the fold of his arms and gently skimming his fingertips down the bruises at his shoulder, coming to rest his hand at his side and brushing a kiss to the curve of his jaw. ] You don’t have to shoulder the burden of the things others aren’t willing to do. You have me now. And there’s no part of myself I wouldn’t give for this war.
[ He rests his arm on Larus’ good shoulder, his fingers tangling in his hair as he pulls him in for a kiss, deep and quiet, and then brushes their noses together. ] There’s another thing. I don’t intend to hide from anyone. Take the others tomorrow and regroup, but I’m going back to the District.
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Death is the unwelcome friend I’ve had since I was a child. But just because we’re acquainted doesn’t mean I would call for a visit. I wouldn’t be stronger if you died, Larus. Pain makes you stronger. Death just takes a little part of you each time until you’re closer to the darkness than the light. [ And because Larus still won’t allow himself to come closer, Casimir does it for him, stepping into the fold of his arms and gently skimming his fingertips down the bruises at his shoulder, coming to rest his hand at his side and brushing a kiss to the curve of his jaw. ] You don’t have to shoulder the burden of the things others aren’t willing to do. You have me now. And there’s no part of myself I wouldn’t give for this war.
[ He rests his arm on Larus’ good shoulder, his fingers tangling in his hair as he pulls him in for a kiss, deep and quiet, and then brushes their noses together. ] There’s another thing. I don’t intend to hide from anyone. Take the others tomorrow and regroup, but I’m going back to the District.