He's going to quietly reach up to cup Dark's face with his hands, the sudden change of attention more than likely would distract the other if he'd done this right but Mark wasn't going to move any time soon. He's grinning up towards the other. "I once again fit my entire world in my hands"
BOTH sentimentality and tenderness were actualized in the gesture, the human’s hands framing either side of the entity’s head as though all insidious threat had been vitiated by the virtue of familiarity. The entity’s fingers lifted to wrap loosely around the other’s wrist, the pad of his thumb tracing along the path of a vein in an idle caress as a halved smile of his own created a rather compromising CRACK in the being’s stoic demeanor. Unbidden touch was typically married with a bout of antagonism, seething excoriation that would have effectually remedied the error in judgement for the near future; after years of companionship, however, his counterpart remained to be quite the propitious exception.
❝ Feeling sentimental, Mark? ❞
The rhetorical question hung in the air between them like a secret, a whisper that sounded remarkably intimate amidst white noise’s lullaby and the CRACKLE of reality’s rampant war against its intruder. As innocuous as the comment and its implication was, never did he tire of being the recipient to an admission of fidelity —- ( IT’S ALWAYS BEEN YOU AND I ! ). Constancy was ever valued in an existence comprised of recurrent volatility.
❝ You know, one of these days, that line of yours isn’t going to work anymore. ❞ Static-laden trills steadied and held on a single note, warbling and lingering as the being neared closer and the space between them became scarce. While his cadence superficially suggested nothing more than jocular intent, a grain of truth existed beneath its good humour and behind the being’s roguish grin. As lamentable as it was, all good things came to an end eventually. ❝ ——– but until then, consider me charmed. ❞
