[ graves says dryly, amusement flickering in his eyes as he watches him lean into his touch, loosening up and presumably mollified. credence is affectionate when he wants to be, tactile and gentle, and graves responds by sliding an arm around his waist, obedient under his lover's attentions when he tucks his hair back.
he recognises the flicker of fear, buried deep -- the old credence who had been skittish as a foal, wary and always looking to make himself smaller, as if consciously finding ways to apologise for his existence. he's different now, better; even if the ghost of what he was lingers. he nuzzles against his cheek, angling for a slow, searching kiss. ] You've come a long way.
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[ graves says dryly, amusement flickering in his eyes as he watches him lean into his touch, loosening up and presumably mollified. credence is affectionate when he wants to be, tactile and gentle, and graves responds by sliding an arm around his waist, obedient under his lover's attentions when he tucks his hair back.
he recognises the flicker of fear, buried deep -- the old credence who had been skittish as a foal, wary and always looking to make himself smaller, as if consciously finding ways to apologise for his existence. he's different now, better; even if the ghost of what he was lingers. he nuzzles against his cheek, angling for a slow, searching kiss. ] You've come a long way.