i crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, i am debased.
deathless sentences meme.
❛ — ❜ mouth agape, trying futilely to close around words. there's a small frown on his forehead, light lines between his eyebrows coming closer together.
❛ mes─ ❜ a pause. should he use that title? should he not? are they friends? he bites his plump bottom lip & tries again. ❛ if this is flattery, i'm─ afraid to say it is the wrong kind. ❜ discomfort hides behind his carefully selected&polite words. he gets it. the intent lingering in the altus' is clear enough. but he'd ask him to stand, were the tevinter actually at his feet. i do not deserve that.
hesitation makes his eyes dart to the floor, suddenly afraid of overstepping. he had learned to let that go but─ where do they stand? were their scholarly discussions enough to crumble hierarchy? how could he even think─ ❛ davvero─ ❜ a small smile, hopeful&sincere, tugs at his lips, golden eyes glittering with a soft please, understand. ❛ a─ couple of compliments about my eyes will suffice. ❜
