insidiose: (while you're sleeping until you believe)
credence. ([personal profile] insidiose) wrote2017-04-20 08:23 pm

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[personal profile] mund 2017-06-11 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ graves says nothing for a few moments, cupping his face in his hand and curving his palm against it, shifting to accommodate him when he feels his affectionate charge cuddle close, pressing against his jaw. he is in love, he knows -- but this is a dangerous place to be. credence is still young, and he could outgrow this crush of his, and graves cannot afford to be compromised.

he would give his life for his in a heartbeat, his loyalty all but assured -- credence is precious to him, clever and spirited and so full of life that he cannot help but be drawn to him, but credence, too, needs his freedom however he can get it. he nuzzles against him a hand coming to curve at the back of his neck to hold him in place as he registers those words. ]


You'll find someone new when you get older, you know. Someone closer to your age. What will you do, then?