[It's an apology, that caress, and Sorrel accepts it without words, closing his eyes and trying to let the ache fall away, as much as it can. His smile, when it returns, is his own apology, for taking it to heart, for being so easily sorrowed. Kirkwall wears on him, and it's hard to recover, when he stumbles. But he isn't alone.]
I love you.
[Half-unintentional, a broken whisper, the simple truth. But he needed Adasse to hear it, to know it for the reality of the world, and no fade-shadow or dream.]
[Adasse smiles at that - big, broad and warm, as his hand moves through Sorrelean's soft auburn hair once more. He curved his fingertips around Sorrel's ear, stroking gently as he whispered.]
I know you will, sweetheart. I know I'm safe, as long as I'm with you. You're my home, darling. My harbor.
I'm a lot of things, lately. [He's teasing, if teasing can be a tone even when it's mumbled into the dark over one's heart.] I like... when you're my Emerald Knight. Maybe if Coco was... one of those giant nugs. With Halla horns?
[That's a thought. Coco with halla horns, carved in whorls and peaks, lovely and deadly both. Though, Sorrel can't imagine Coco killing anything; he reaches up to stroke Coco's soft pink hide where he lays, curled up on what is technically Sorrel's pillow.]
Hey, Adasse? Can we...maybe look for a house outside the Gallows? I need to be here most of the time, I just... I...
[It's easier to voice fears in the dark, where he can't see if he's being judged or not. Even so, he struggles for words, stuttering along in fits and stops.]
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I love you.
[Half-unintentional, a broken whisper, the simple truth. But he needed Adasse to hear it, to know it for the reality of the world, and no fade-shadow or dream.]
I'll keep you safe, vhenan. Don't worry.
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I know you will, sweetheart. I know I'm safe, as long as I'm with you. You're my home, darling. My harbor.
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[That's a thought. Coco with halla horns, carved in whorls and peaks, lovely and deadly both. Though, Sorrel can't imagine Coco killing anything; he reaches up to stroke Coco's soft pink hide where he lays, curled up on what is technically Sorrel's pillow.]
Hey, Adasse? Can we...maybe look for a house outside the Gallows? I need to be here most of the time, I just... I...
[It's easier to voice fears in the dark, where he can't see if he's being judged or not. Even so, he struggles for words, stuttering along in fits and stops.]
...Today, I saw. Them. The... the ones who...