Good. [ credence has been in this fully since he realized. he doesn't have eyes for anyone else - doesn't want to have eyes for anyone else. finding someone his own age never so much as crosses his mind. he could tell though, when graves had been purposely keeping him at arms' length and when it had shifted into something else. it had made him so happy - it still does - but he wishes so much that graves would vocalize it. even just once.
it's strange, feeling assertive about anything. he'd never been before; of course he hadn't been. now though it feels natural to straighten his spine and have agency. perhaps it's because graves had granted him so much of it through the time he's lived with him. from day one. he's grown into himself and it's important to keep going with it. so he does.
and no, credence is not above that sort of gentle punishment. he smiles faintly when graves' hand settles at his nape, watching him and his expression. this time he does move in, hovering with his lips just above the older man's with a hum. ] A little. [ and now when he kisses him it's deeper, though it's brief before he pulls back just enough to look at him seriously again. ] I was really scared.
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it's strange, feeling assertive about anything. he'd never been before; of course he hadn't been. now though it feels natural to straighten his spine and have agency. perhaps it's because graves had granted him so much of it through the time he's lived with him. from day one. he's grown into himself and it's important to keep going with it. so he does.
and no, credence is not above that sort of gentle punishment. he smiles faintly when graves' hand settles at his nape, watching him and his expression. this time he does move in, hovering with his lips just above the older man's with a hum. ] A little. [ and now when he kisses him it's deeper, though it's brief before he pulls back just enough to look at him seriously again. ] I was really scared.