💖 Illuga holding Flins' hand
@mondstadtwater ; SEND 💖 TO HOLD MY MUSE’S HAND; accepting
The old, much older Ratniki looked at the shorter man. Despite his calm expression, he was surprised inside. It was fortunate that Flins wore gloves, otherwise the young Master would have encountered his cold, inhuman skin, which he protected so carefully and incredibly well.
The older man tried to act as naturally as he could. As soon as he felt the softness and warmth that somehow flowed through him, he smiled a small, gentle smile. He turned his head to him, lowering his face a little.
"I wouldn't want to worry you, young Master, but… you touch me without asking. Is it because something is bothering you? I don't want to push it too hard, of course." His voice was sweet, but also quite calm as he spoke. He squeezed his hand tighter—giving him at least a little more comfort than he would have liked.
"There, there. Everything will be alright, young Master. You don't have to worry about anything. No matter what it is, we'll overcome it together. Hmm?" He wanted to give him a little push—to push him to his limits. And he knew perfectly well that being with someone was easier.
"And if you're worried about the hand, please don't think too much about it. It's comfortable for me, and I'm glad you chose me to protect yourself. I feel quite honored, young master. If you ever want to stop, just say the word. I won't be angry with you. I won't hold a grudge."
Flins found it quite charming and sweet, giving him a strange warmth inside. One he'd never felt before. And he also began to wonder if Young Master was doing it subconsciously, or if it was just a coincidence? No matter what, he wouldn't complain. He even took a step further and hugged him gently with his free hand, forcing him even closer. Flins wanted to feel what he felt.