[ There’s a twitch and startled blink from Bastien—both rare—because he had not even realized they might be talking about losing love, rather the particular piece of it that makes the sex so great. He might have panicked, otherwise. Briefly. Quietly. Unfairly, with everything he knows and trusts about By, but abandonment issues die hard.
Instead he realizes and is reassured in the same breath. He finds steady ground without needing any time to flail around for it. He smiles. ]
Then tell me when you worry, and I will tell you, ils mélangeront nos cendres.
[ An old cliche. Silly, but sincere. ]
Did you ever try? With others, I mean, before. Did you want to hold onto them?
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Date: 2022-07-01 03:30 am (UTC)Instead he realizes and is reassured in the same breath. He finds steady ground without needing any time to flail around for it. He smiles. ]
Then tell me when you worry, and I will tell you, ils mélangeront nos cendres.
[ An old cliche. Silly, but sincere. ]
Did you ever try? With others, I mean, before. Did you want to hold onto them?