[ Subaru stills when Caelus brings his hands to his face, pulse jumping. Though quiet, it's not often that he's at a loss for words. Even redirected, diffused by a conscious effort to not pressure him, he's so warm. Subaru has channeled the energies of earth and heaven alike. These hands have borne the will of the stars since he was old enough to speak the spells. He's wreathed flame, flumed water, cracked the earth, cut with winds. And yet... ]
You are... [ His hands press to his skin of his own accord, intent in the cool lay of his palms, growing ever-warmer. ] very special, Caelus.
[ He hopes he feels it. The reflected light that chases the loneliness in the corners away.
Grip slacking, he finally looks to the home he's made. ]
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You are... [ His hands press to his skin of his own accord, intent in the cool lay of his palms, growing ever-warmer. ] very special, Caelus.
[ He hopes he feels it. The reflected light that chases the loneliness in the corners away.
Grip slacking, he finally looks to the home he's made. ]
Will you show me what you've done?