[The last line he's back to blushing and hides his head face ducking into Klaus' shoulder.]
You're asking something of me I do not know I can do. I do not know how I'll feel until I do. It takes... time for me. So many things get factored. Weighed. Pushed against each other like bricks in a wall until I am as sure of it as I am of a brick wall. [A small grunt, and he just closes his eyes, breathing Klaus in quietly, trying to sort it all out. Emotions.]
[What he wants. Klaus to be free and happy. That part's easy. The hard part is how to get there. Freedom. He holds Klaus' hands in both of his own.]
It's good to have friends. I said before, it's my pride to know I'm the best, so I have nothing to be concerned about. But I am still phenomenally greedy. I want to carry you all around the ship and never let you go. Steal every moment of your time because you are like a banner in war so I always know the direction of my progress. When I do things without you, it's like you're missing and I hate that I cannot instantly summon you with a snap of my fingers. [Huff. Pout.]
I cannot have you all to myself and you should not let me attempt such a thing either. [A kiss to Klaus forehead, and he drags him over to towels to gently towel him off and wring the hair carefully.]
I cannot put restrictions on you for... nearly anything. I can only say, come to me as you will, and then have confidence in my skills to satisfy you. Tch. [He STILL can't hug. But he settles for leaning his forehead to Klaus' again.] It is my hard line. When I train hawks, I do not bind them ever. I give them shelter, treats, training, and they come when I whistle because they know I am the best at getting them hunting, much better than on their own. My army too. That is my pride. That all of my soldiers, and everyone employed in my care, couldn't possibly do better elsewhere, because I'm simply the best. What that means for you... [A long drawn out kiss! All emotions, the conflicted frustration with himself for not knowing himself well enough to advise, for being flustered by simple things, for being so inexperienced, for any shreds of resentment or jealousy he might harbor -- he wants to be happy and supportive, so why can't he just do that?] You will have to find out yourself and tell me. [A follow up kiss too!]
Rolling contract. One day at a time. If one day you need to change it, you'll tell me. And have faith in my overconfidence to handle whatever makes you happiest and freest. So you can be your best possible flying tiger and live up to your potential.
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You're asking something of me I do not know I can do. I do not know how I'll feel until I do. It takes... time for me. So many things get factored. Weighed. Pushed against each other like bricks in a wall until I am as sure of it as I am of a brick wall. [A small grunt, and he just closes his eyes, breathing Klaus in quietly, trying to sort it all out. Emotions.]
[What he wants. Klaus to be free and happy. That part's easy. The hard part is how to get there. Freedom. He holds Klaus' hands in both of his own.]
It's good to have friends. I said before, it's my pride to know I'm the best, so I have nothing to be concerned about. But I am still phenomenally greedy. I want to carry you all around the ship and never let you go. Steal every moment of your time because you are like a banner in war so I always know the direction of my progress. When I do things without you, it's like you're missing and I hate that I cannot instantly summon you with a snap of my fingers. [Huff. Pout.]
I cannot have you all to myself and you should not let me attempt such a thing either. [A kiss to Klaus forehead, and he drags him over to towels to gently towel him off and wring the hair carefully.]
I cannot put restrictions on you for... nearly anything. I can only say, come to me as you will, and then have confidence in my skills to satisfy you. Tch. [He STILL can't hug. But he settles for leaning his forehead to Klaus' again.] It is my hard line. When I train hawks, I do not bind them ever. I give them shelter, treats, training, and they come when I whistle because they know I am the best at getting them hunting, much better than on their own. My army too. That is my pride. That all of my soldiers, and everyone employed in my care, couldn't possibly do better elsewhere, because I'm simply the best. What that means for you... [A long drawn out kiss! All emotions, the conflicted frustration with himself for not knowing himself well enough to advise, for being flustered by simple things, for being so inexperienced, for any shreds of resentment or jealousy he might harbor -- he wants to be happy and supportive, so why can't he just do that?] You will have to find out yourself and tell me. [A follow up kiss too!]
Rolling contract. One day at a time. If one day you need to change it, you'll tell me. And have faith in my overconfidence to handle whatever makes you happiest and freest. So you can be your best possible flying tiger and live up to your potential.