The casual intimacy tickles at his arm. It's tempting to catch hold of that hand, again, to pull him flush and prevent him from looking away. The thoughts are shelved as he drags his leg up to rest his cheek on—since Sampo cares to liken him to the sun, then this sun will shine extra bright, just for him. Just this once. To play along with this one behind-the-scene act. ]
Allow me to pose another question to you. [ There's a beat, as Elysium distantly recalls how Sampo had played with his bangs moments ago. He reaches out to thread his hand in the same spot, fingers gently skimming over his forehead as he does. ] The sun, that you know will burn you if you fly too close… or the unfathomable sea, where you can't see what might be lurking beneath its surface?
[ Elysium knows a thing or two about the sea, unfortunately, and knows better to underestimate it even at its calmest. Like making a ripple, he tucks strands behind the other's ear. ]
There might only be one sun, at least in this galaxy—but even it isn't indomitable. Sure, it rises again, and again. But at the end of the day… it gets swallowed up, too. Should I be flattered?
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Isn't that a compliment?
The casual intimacy tickles at his arm. It's tempting to catch hold of that hand, again, to pull him flush and prevent him from looking away. The thoughts are shelved as he drags his leg up to rest his cheek on—since Sampo cares to liken him to the sun, then this sun will shine extra bright, just for him. Just this once. To play along with this one behind-the-scene act. ]
Allow me to pose another question to you. [ There's a beat, as Elysium distantly recalls how Sampo had played with his bangs moments ago. He reaches out to thread his hand in the same spot, fingers gently skimming over his forehead as he does. ] The sun, that you know will burn you if you fly too close… or the unfathomable sea, where you can't see what might be lurking beneath its surface?
[ Elysium knows a thing or two about the sea, unfortunately, and knows better to underestimate it even at its calmest. Like making a ripple, he tucks strands behind the other's ear. ]
There might only be one sun, at least in this galaxy—but even it isn't indomitable. Sure, it rises again, and again. But at the end of the day… it gets swallowed up, too. Should I be flattered?