[ eren feels thin chills touching upon his cheek, and to further meet mikleo halfway in another mutual desire for contact, his hand slinks away only to find the back of the seraph’s head, pressing right against the curve of his nape as he dips forward and knocks their foreheads in, nose to nose and unbothered. ]
That’s why I’m here.
[ . . . he liked him. the bond may magnify his feelings— but they’re true. he’s around mikleo because they fit, they’re alike as they are opposites that balance each other out.
he maintains contact, touch, and the fluid exchange for a little while longer before he rises to tend to their food. he touches the pan in places he shouldn’t, but no burns come of it, no jolting away. the heat felt welcoming to his skin and he’s readily absorbing temperature to keep his absolute warmest. soon enough, they should be eating, soon enough, they should be full and finally in perfect for to rest. ]
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That’s why I’m here.
[ . . . he liked him. the bond may magnify his feelings— but they’re true. he’s around mikleo because they fit, they’re alike as they are opposites that balance each other out.
he maintains contact, touch, and the fluid exchange for a little while longer before he rises to tend to their food. he touches the pan in places he shouldn’t, but no burns come of it, no jolting away. the heat felt welcoming to his skin and he’s readily absorbing temperature to keep his absolute warmest. soon enough, they should be eating, soon enough, they should be full and finally in perfect for to rest. ]