[ This man is teasing him. G'raha knows this and yet he can feel his heartrate increase. "What would you call this?" What does one call this? It's not quite like anything he has experienced before. Raha has admired several people throughout his life. Has felt intense feelings of kinship and awe. Been inspired by someone to the point of resetting the very course of history.
Yet it hadn't been like this. Talking to Zack is easy. Natural. Hearing his voice makes Raha smile effortlessly - and they do check in with one another often enough. Seeing the messages. Hearing his tales. Witnessing those moments of vulnerability... They make Raha feel full in his heart. He hadn't even realized that there had been a void there until he had started to be around Zack and take in everything that the man has been offering.
Zack often asks how he had gotten so lucky, but Raha feels like he is the one that has struck gold here. It is he that is fortunate, no matter what the future might hold. To be thought so highly of and regarded. To have someone furious on his behalf and doesn't allow for Raha to just get away with dismissing himself. They want the same things for one another. Perhaps with one another?
Really this man has no room to call Raha a bleeding heart. Not when he says things like that. Not when it is followed up with the sweetest of kisses. A chaste kiss is returned, Raha's tail seeking out what it can wrap around of Zack's body - hip, thigh. Whatever. ]
I've admired heroes since my childhood, Zack. Then I looked at adventurers and longed for their life and their ability to do what they thought was right. My friend is the champion of our star and I was inspired by him for near a hundred years.
[ He tilts his head a bit more. Presses a kiss into a palm. A wrist. Then he looks at Zack's eyes. They remind him of the aetherial sea, in a way. Or perhaps the sea of stars itself. ]
Yet when we speak, my heart jumps. When you leapt to my defense but moments ago, it took my breath away. Looking at your smile chases any fears and concerns that I may have away. I speak many languages and know how to translate others and yet all of those words pale in comparison to how I might describe how I feel.
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Yet it hadn't been like this. Talking to Zack is easy. Natural. Hearing his voice makes Raha smile effortlessly - and they do check in with one another often enough. Seeing the messages. Hearing his tales. Witnessing those moments of vulnerability... They make Raha feel full in his heart. He hadn't even realized that there had been a void there until he had started to be around Zack and take in everything that the man has been offering.
Zack often asks how he had gotten so lucky, but Raha feels like he is the one that has struck gold here. It is he that is fortunate, no matter what the future might hold. To be thought so highly of and regarded. To have someone furious on his behalf and doesn't allow for Raha to just get away with dismissing himself. They want the same things for one another. Perhaps with one another?
Really this man has no room to call Raha a bleeding heart. Not when he says things like that. Not when it is followed up with the sweetest of kisses. A chaste kiss is returned, Raha's tail seeking out what it can wrap around of Zack's body - hip, thigh. Whatever. ]
I've admired heroes since my childhood, Zack. Then I looked at adventurers and longed for their life and their ability to do what they thought was right. My friend is the champion of our star and I was inspired by him for near a hundred years.
[ He tilts his head a bit more. Presses a kiss into a palm. A wrist. Then he looks at Zack's eyes. They remind him of the aetherial sea, in a way. Or perhaps the sea of stars itself. ]
Yet when we speak, my heart jumps. When you leapt to my defense but moments ago, it took my breath away. Looking at your smile chases any fears and concerns that I may have away. I speak many languages and know how to translate others and yet all of those words pale in comparison to how I might describe how I feel.