[ it's part of the appeal, how innocent he is, how sweetly uncomplicated he is in this moment. the youthfulness of his words calls to him, reminds him of a simpler time -- reminds him of just how he can shape him from this. graves knows that it's a weighty, incredible responsibility, and he pauses for a moment after the kiss, contemplating credence's request.
he knows what he wants. his little prince, all his life pampered and spoiled, given what he wants when he wants it, wants him. and graves, who has had more than his fair share of lovers and casual flings, is aware of just what he's asking him. ]
I'm your bodyguard. [ he murmurs, brushing credence's dark hair, tucking it behind his ear. he's indulgent, wondering if credence really knows what he's talking about, what he's asking from him. ] I'll be with you for as long as I'm needed.
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he knows what he wants. his little prince, all his life pampered and spoiled, given what he wants when he wants it, wants him. and graves, who has had more than his fair share of lovers and casual flings, is aware of just what he's asking him. ]
I'm your bodyguard. [ he murmurs, brushing credence's dark hair, tucking it behind his ear. he's indulgent, wondering if credence really knows what he's talking about, what he's asking from him. ] I'll be with you for as long as I'm needed.