Inbox for duplicity

[chopoffyourhead]

Username: rosehearts

Comments

[chopoffyourhead]

I couldn't ask for more.

[Riddle shifts just slightly, hand coming up to comb through Cater's hair as he settles there. Eventually, he'll get back up to finish making their meal... but for now, there's no rush.

For now, he's left quietly taking in everything that had happened in the short span of... what was it? Maybe thirty minutes at most?

Dear Cater. Always so upbeat. Always having a smile on for Riddle. It hurts his heart to think so many of those smiles may have been forced. That Cater had been too afraid for rejection or pain or whatever it was to be genuine about his problems.

After a moment, he turns his face, nuzzling into the orange locks. He isn't sure what to do. If there's anything he can do. But he'll strive to understand and be there for Cater.

Maybe, if nothing else... not having to pretend all the time would be a bit less weight off his shoulders.]

[caycay]

[Time drifts to a slow stop as they stay like that, in a sort-of embrace with Riddle's hand in his hair. The exhaustion of the day, of the last several days, of every moment since he came to Duplicity all seems to settle down on him...but it isn't so crushing, not with Riddle helping support some of that heaviness. Still, he wants to sleep, feeling at least halfway soothed and body eager to chase that feeling.

But he can't, not yet, as his stomach lets loose an angry rumble of protest at the idea of going to bed without eating. In the calm silence, it may as well have been a roar.]

...you heard that, didn't you?

[Despite himself, Cater lets out a puff of a laugh.]