( his back hits the seat of the bench, and he shifts willingly to accomodate their change of position. one leg rises, ends up pinned between the bench and aventurine’s body, wood pressing in with sharp edges— a detail that might be relevant in circumstances less charged. today, kirma could not even begin to formulate a complaint, much less make one. his arms shift too, out of necessity, one finding its way about aventurine’s shoulders, the other wrapping around the bench as a brace and for lack of anywhere better to go.
and the question— kirma almost laughs, almost. as if such a thing wouldn’t be a kindness of its own, a pain to remember him by once he vanishes. for a real answer, he hums in a feigned thoughtfulness, as his head tilts back to expose more of his throat. surely, if those ears aren’t just for show, aventurine can recognize the true severity of such a gesture, in the way that an unblessed human never could.
in the end, kirma’s problem has always been that there’s little he wouldn’t forgive. if that has any potential to change, it certainly won’t happen here. )
Your kindness isn’t what I’m interested in, right now.
( it’s the closest thing to an outright lie he’s ever managed to say. )
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and the question— kirma almost laughs, almost. as if such a thing wouldn’t be a kindness of its own, a pain to remember him by once he vanishes. for a real answer, he hums in a feigned thoughtfulness, as his head tilts back to expose more of his throat. surely, if those ears aren’t just for show, aventurine can recognize the true severity of such a gesture, in the way that an unblessed human never could.
in the end, kirma’s problem has always been that there’s little he wouldn’t forgive. if that has any potential to change, it certainly won’t happen here. )
Your kindness isn’t what I’m interested in, right now.
( it’s the closest thing to an outright lie he’s ever managed to say. )