The words he wants to speak die upon his lips, joining a grave of impulses he tries hard to bury. Memories of peaceful times long past are faint and yet oh so clear in parts: he can picture his office, dark and austere, lit by the soft, warm glow of its lamps; Hythlodaeus, seated nearby with his chin in his hands, watching his beloved work through last minute details of a formal request to their bureau.
His mouth goes dry and his heart thuds. He can imagine the weight of his friend's gaze, how distracting it and their little smile must be, how Hythlodaeus' keen sight would note the minute fluctuations of his soul no matter what front he put on.
He swallows, feeling far more naked than flesh would suggest. Neither of them have their Sight here, but Hythlodaeus knows him well enough to not need it.
"Only watch?" he murmurs back, sliding his hand up the other man's torso until it rests over their heart. "You would do naught but watch, even as my soul yearns for yours?"
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The words he wants to speak die upon his lips, joining a grave of impulses he tries hard to bury. Memories of peaceful times long past are faint and yet oh so clear in parts: he can picture his office, dark and austere, lit by the soft, warm glow of its lamps; Hythlodaeus, seated nearby with his chin in his hands, watching his beloved work through last minute details of a formal request to their bureau.
His mouth goes dry and his heart thuds. He can imagine the weight of his friend's gaze, how distracting it and their little smile must be, how Hythlodaeus' keen sight would note the minute fluctuations of his soul no matter what front he put on.
He swallows, feeling far more naked than flesh would suggest. Neither of them have their Sight here, but Hythlodaeus knows him well enough to not need it.
"Only watch?" he murmurs back, sliding his hand up the other man's torso until it rests over their heart. "You would do naught but watch, even as my soul yearns for yours?"