[He wouldn't like it, probably, that word outside of a moment like this. Pretty. That's not him, is it? That's Kakyoin. That's Adrian. It's not him, he's not pretty, something like that would certainly make him sputter and protest and blush.
But it's so easy to accept things he's told like this. Kakyoin says he's pretty, so he must be, or he wouldn't have said it. Kakyoin says he's good, so that must be true too.
He can go as deep as he wants into his own head, where it's quiet, and he won't get lost. Kakyoin's hand is petting through his hair. Adrian's collar is around his throat. He's not going anywhere. The people who love him know right where he is.]
Nori.
[His lips part, and close on nothing. Even when this all is for him, when he's free to be as indulgent and selfish as he likes, how funny that there's still a sliver of him that aches to please and share in his satisfaction.]
Nori...
[He was going to say something, but the words got away from him. It must not have been that important. He doesn't have to worry about anything right now, anyway.]
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But it's so easy to accept things he's told like this. Kakyoin says he's pretty, so he must be, or he wouldn't have said it. Kakyoin says he's good, so that must be true too.
He can go as deep as he wants into his own head, where it's quiet, and he won't get lost. Kakyoin's hand is petting through his hair. Adrian's collar is around his throat. He's not going anywhere. The people who love him know right where he is.]
Nori.
[His lips part, and close on nothing. Even when this all is for him, when he's free to be as indulgent and selfish as he likes, how funny that there's still a sliver of him that aches to please and share in his satisfaction.]
Nori...
[He was going to say something, but the words got away from him. It must not have been that important. He doesn't have to worry about anything right now, anyway.]