feelings – jin self para
He wasn't used to considering what made his heart race or his lips quirk up in amusement and joy. Five millennia of being selfish and closing himself off from the world made it hard to come and accept that there was someone else that his heart beat for that wasn't Apeiron, his son, his blood.
There was a boy who urged him to wake up in the morning with kittenish nuzzles of his nose against the hollow of the Oracle's throat before pressing a kiss to the same skin. There was a boy who kept him going in general, who made his job of dealing with vapid teenagers and lonely people hoping for some inkling of romantic advice or for some other sense of hope for the future. There was a boy.
He'd given up on love, or so he had thought.
But a boy came around and with gentle, silly curiosity and the willingness to wait and learn, and handed over Pandora's box.
Jin had hope again, and hope felt damn good.