dappledleaves | THE WORLD: PSL LIFE

[Sinclair brushes Oria's tears away gently, and then pulls him into a proper hug, warm and firm, gently guiding Oria down to rest against his shoulder. He's here. He'll fight tooth and nail for the right to be by Oria's side, he thinks. There's nothing he can say. Nor does he want Oria to shut the dam on his grief again. So he holds Oria close without a word, rubbing a hand gently over Oria's hair. It was alright to cry]

[ Oria knows that Sinclair would want him to have time to grieve, so crying would be okay too. He rests his forehead on Sinclair's shoulder as he continues to quietly cry. Sometimes the tears fall on his glasses. Sometimes they fall into the pool. It's really the first time he's been allowed to grieve and cry in front of someone in real life. And that person won't push him away.

The love and reassurance feels like it would break him, but if it allows him to be reconstructed in a way that feels less pain, he'd be fine with that. He would be fine to be broken by love and support. ]

Thank you, Emil...

[ His voice almost cracks, a wail nearly escaping his throat. ]

Thanks for being by my side.

[ The world was not fair or just. But he can at least make it kinder for Oria. He tightens his hug, still gentle despite the firmness]

I'll always be here. I'll find my way to you no matter what.

[ He presses a kiss the side of Oria's head. Whether it was a need or a want]

Nothing will change that.

Yeah...

[ Oria quietly breathes out. It's always so easy to believe in Sinclair. He's proved to him and others that he's always sincere. He can always be trusted. ]

You're so romantic, Emil. But even without that sort of thing, you always move my heart.

[ His cold heart. ]

Am I...? I wasn't thinking about that, just...I wanted you to be certain about everything I feel.

[Sinclair nuzzles at Oria's hair, smiling softly. He hadn't intended on being any sort of romantic, but...knowing he can reach Oria is a good feeling]

I know. You're a natural. That's why your words are always moving to hear. You get your feelings across very well and I never want to take that away from you.

[ He tightly holds onto his hand. Even though Oria has his own things to worry about, he wonders how Sinclair felt ever since Kromer died, but he can't bring it up. The words die out in his throat before they can leave. He wanted to kill Kromer for so long. ]

[Sinclair squeezes Oria in turn. He hasn't managed to really process his feelings with Kromer yet. Maybe it's because he's seen so much evil in between, the worst of humanity alongside the best of it...

It's complicated now.]

Mm. You've always made it easy for me to say what I want to say. [Without having to stress about holding back, about having to second-guess everything]

[ If Oria knew, he would know that it's the reason why that Sinclair is still kindhearted. Not feeling satisfied about the death of someone you long since hated is normal. However, if Oria didn't have all this trauma bogging him down, he would have been pretty happy at Kromer carking it, because then he'd know that she'd never torture Sinclair again. And that's enough happiness to be derived from someone's death for him. ]

Good. If it wasn't, I would have to try harder. I want to be worthy of your trust.

[Sinclair squeezes Oria a little more, still gentle. He gives a soft laugh, an exhale of breath]

Mmm. You know there's no one I trust more.

I hope you know that it's the same for me.

[ There is no one else in the world that he trusts more than Sinclair. Oria still has the rest of his family, but if it's still about trust, Sinclair still takes the cake by far. ]

[Oh. It's not that Sinclair didn't know that Oria trusted him deeply. Oria didn't trust in general. That's why he was determined to protect that trust no matter what]

Ah. That's so important to me too.

[He cups Oria's damp cheeks between his hands and kisses him softly in meaning]

[ Oria returns the kiss, sweet and gentle, as he smiles a little when their lips are together. ]

My love for you runs so deeply...

[ He whispers under his breath and kisses him again. ]

[Sinclair's cheeks colour. It doesn't matter how many times he hears it, it's overwhelming each time. He returns that kiss, melting into it.]

Mm. And I'm the romantic...? [Another kiss, gentle and soft] I love you so much.

I love you too... so, so much.

[ He wishes Sinclair could stay with him forever, but that's not something he can do. That's why he has to take advantage of the time he has now. ]

Can you come to my room some time after dinner? I want to show you something.

Hm...? Sure. I don't have to sneak over do I?

[ Last time he had been able to stay overnight with Oria without any questions. But now that he has his own room maybe it's different?]

No?

[ Oria laughs. He's definitely not making this a prison for him. ]

You're allowed to freely move around the house. Just tell someone if you're leaving the property.

Just checking.

[ Laughing. Oh, now that he thinks about it...]

So it's fine if I borrow the kitchen after dinner too?

Sure, whatever you want.

[ He doesn't have to, but Oria will make a note. ]

Are you gonna make something?

Just something small.

[ He grins sheepishly. He can't do much...]

Is it for meeee?

[ His eyes seem to sparkle at that idea. Potato dumplings??? ]

[ Ah. Why is he so obvious...]

Mm. Of course.

[ Even if it's after dinner, Oria looks excited by the prospect. He can't wait. ]

I look forward to it!

[He is incredibly weak when Oria smiles like that.]

Late night snacks can't hurt, right?

Definitely not.

[ He gives Sinclair a kiss on the cheek. ]

I think that's enough of "water therapy" for now, so I'll go and get changed. Dinner should be in a few hours.

Mm. [ He nods, pushing himself up and offering Oria a hand up too. ] I'll head back in too. The sun is beginning to make me sleepy now.

[ He lives in dreary overcast weather most days, he has no real defenses against the sun]

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