[Beelzebub grows silent at that, his eyes and brow softening in understanding. Though the weight doesn't lift, the message is a familiar one. What self-doubt he has to conquer might have to be on his own. But to hear that verbal confirmation, a fighting of the harshest of feelings from the words of someone that fills him with warmth at their presence...
It's like home, in a way. Not the one he knows. But the one he has, for now.
He clamps down on his words, letting the silence sit with the weight of Temenos against him, eyes not knowing quite where to stay. On him, on his eyes, on that smile that fades away, on the tension of his arms, on the surf that laps at their feet in a grounding rhythm.
...
He notices the pale color, the redness, the sign of tears, and Beelzebub can't help but let his brow furrow slightly, thumb lifting to wipe away what he can.]
Then... I'll stay safe. As best as I can. If you're in trouble, I don't want to stand back and wait. I don't want to be the coward he said I was. But... I also want to be with the ones I care about.
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It's like home, in a way. Not the one he knows. But the one he has, for now.
He clamps down on his words, letting the silence sit with the weight of Temenos against him, eyes not knowing quite where to stay. On him, on his eyes, on that smile that fades away, on the tension of his arms, on the surf that laps at their feet in a grounding rhythm.
...
He notices the pale color, the redness, the sign of tears, and Beelzebub can't help but let his brow furrow slightly, thumb lifting to wipe away what he can.]
Then... I'll stay safe. As best as I can. If you're in trouble, I don't want to stand back and wait. I don't want to be the coward he said I was. But... I also want to be with the ones I care about.
...
You look so tired.